Time: 2 hours and counting before my return to legal slavery
Feeling: Sleepy sore like I've been beaten over the back with a baseball bat
Strongest Biological Need: Liquid, of some sort, and the sound of Jack's water fountain isn't helping.
Last Dream: Rushing a plague-stricken friend to a hospital with the help of a friendly stray cat and a few frat boys in a pickup truck towing a boat, but upon arriving at the hospital, we realized that all but one of the doctors had died of old age. The single remaining doctor was busy assissting in the birth of twin future golf stars. What that means is anyone's guess. But I think it has something to do with unreasonable quantities of rum and tequila before bed.
Hearing: The Shins - Caring Is Creepy... nice....
Whispering: Strange little secrets into the great big metaphorical darkness
Honestly: I'm just babbling.
Dreading: 105 degree indoor heat with 70% indoor humidity... ughhhhhh...
Now Hearing: Local H - Half Life.... "You know the lies they tell are told until they're true." Rawk. That's right, with an 'aw,' baby.
Realizing: I should probably get my lazy ass into some clothes.