I have this GIDDY smilie face type thingie smacked onto my face today. Must be General Hospital. Luke's trying to win back Laura.Could be Christmas being closer and closer by the minute.
Who knows? Or that I only have four days left of taking Neurontin.
Anyhoo, onto the dramatic shit for a few minutes until I get sick and tired of it and wonder why I'm even caring. I dreamt about Tony last night for the first time in a long while. It's been almost a month since he and I last spoke and called our friendship off. I still think about him sometimes, when there's nothing else going on, when I'm talking to his sister, when I'm at the bookstore looking at Christmas cards and contemplating which one would be the best to send to his family (humourous or serious?)
In the dream, I was at home much earlier than I'm scheduled to (December 20th). I sat there on the phone with him as though it was default. Nothing ever happened over Thanksgiving break.
Yet, you know how sometimes you're in a dream that doesn't make sense and you can hear your internal thoughts saying "Christ, what was that?" Yeah, that's what happened. He was rambling on about something and I could see him talking at his house (just like in the movies when two characters are on the phone with each other). I sat there on my couch at home thinking to myself "Wait, I thought we ended this last month. What's up with this?" At this point, logic steps in and the dream is over. Way to go that.
I just received a care package from my parents. Got lots of goodies for the holidays.
I need a nap. My eyes are all stingy and stupid on me right now. Damn things. I think it's cause I put on makeup today and my eyes usually do this to me: get all pissed off at me for wearing makeup and not contributing to the idea of inner beauty.
Well, pale skin on my face and wearing a black shirt do not exude inner beauty. In fact, for me, wearing a long black shirt requires me to brighten up and bronze my face up a bit. Take that, inner beauty. Ha!
