This morning I woke up all groggy and having Garfield like eyes on a Monday morning. I was wondering what on earth could've made me so tired, then I remembered my dream.
I died and turned into a starfish. Of all things, seriously. So I dropped a gazillion feet from the sky and plopped into this pond, and being a starfish, well, I couldn't leave that pond. Then I died again. Drowned, in a flood. wth.
I have no idea what that means, but it sure as hell drained me out of my energy today.
Two more hours to a two week break.
And so much closer to London.
ahh...bliss :)
Huh?
- prettypissedoff
- Loves complaining, hates assholes. Would like to live, but haven't quite gotten out of trying yet. Life's a bitch, it's not true when they say you are in control of your own happiness. It would only be true if you were the only person left on earth. And even with that you'd have a problem. So yes, as you can already tell, I've turned into a pessimist. A really good one.
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