Coma Head

[tinhuvielartanis]

I went to bed at 11 last night and got up at 2:30 this afternoon. 2 fucking 30. During that time, I had bizarro dreams about being on the Voltron team and running a prison out of a warehouse, during which I hosed down the dangerous inmates' cells with red paint. There were many more dreams, dreams so intense and freaky that I could not wake up. Now I feel all weird and my eyes honestly look like this ~~ o.0 ~~ at least in my mind they do.

In a short while, I'm taking the family out for dinner. The Father Unit tends to act out at restaurants and behave like an ugly American, even though he's in America now. I am fully prepared to tell him to shut his pie-hole or pay for his own meal and walk home. He will swiftly tone it down and we can all enjoy a nice meal. It appears we're doing Mexican, although that can change instantly. Who knows?

Tomorrow we go home.

Home home home home home.

I'm such a hermit.

PS BB Burdie isn't a Budgie. He's a Parakeet. My bad.

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