hobbits. fuck hobbits.

Oh glory day. I wake up at 5pm. Run to the mailbox for a big bag of disappointment. I didnt even get Clipper ads to throw in my furious rage. The only option was to skulk back to the aparmtnet and try to go back to sleep. Try to not think about no money or no cigarettes or no food. What? Im on a diet. So I do go back to sleep, and end up having some weird dreams.

The first one appears to be taking place at School. Not any specific school, but parts of different schools mashed up in my subconscious. School of the Mind. I'm reading a book, not sure what it is, [The cover is too far away now for me to even try and place it.] when I walk around the corner some Mexican guy trips me, then tries to fight me. I don't stop reading, I get up, and walk away. I feel him kicking my legs but it doesn't stop my haste. Then I woke up. I take it this means I'm unstoppable or powerless. Or both.

The clock reads that its only 6. No bigger thief than time, in my humble opinion. So I roll over and try to go back to sleep. The next dream is not as strange, but obviously a trick of the Oneiroi. One I'm all too familiar with. My room is infinitely dark. I turn over. The clock reads :1:00. Which means 1:00am. Thats it. I wake up in a panic and curse the name of Morpheus before i try to slip back into sleep for another hour or so. But it dosent happen. I wake up, check the mailbox to make sure that the first time was real, and disappointingly enough, it was. Nothing still.

The fridge is empty at work. Oh how this displeases me.

Syntho-chicken flavo-burgers.

Huzzah! I found them! hiding in the back fridge! damn day-walkers made the night staff hide then. Look, its not your food. You actually get gourmet catering. Assholes. We get frozen food. Don't eat my shit.

Handing out cig's left and right is finally helping as well. I'm out of smokes, and Dick's got a pack and a half. Huzzah. And they are not menthol! hurraaah!!! es ist Freitag! I didn't even realize it! Yaaaaaay. Hopefully the fucking check's get here and they're NOT fucking Bank1. I swear if they are I'm making that cute Cerena take me out to dinner, buy me smokes and power.

Ill do it. I swear. Woo. Now I might even get to go home early. As long as I make up the hours next week. No biggie. ill just come into work 30mins early a few days to make up for it. I really don't mind. Because I love this job. Preston had some business meeting to go to this morning so hes really tired. As a matter of fact, so am I. I was hoping those checks would've come today so I could've gotten a)ministry trash bags b) some sort of foodwich and c) smoking perishables and and D) paper towels. I need to clean my room really bad. And the kitchen even worse. I need to throw away all the excess dishes, and just utterly horrible ones so that we only have 2 sets between the 2 of us. These we could even hand dry, cut down on the power bill by not using the dishwasher.

Well shit, they wont be coming tomorrow, its fucking the Lord's day. Sunday. And everyone celebrates Sunday.

Alright. Now I'm gonna do some more emails and then read some more of Creation.