Earlier, we had a huge storm with rain and hail. I thought it was really neat (even watching the people flock to the windows was fun), until I remembered I have a leak in my ceiling and my landlord "doesn't know where it is..." Didn't I say that it dripped on my keyboard and ruined it? Don'cha think that if it dripped on my keyboard, the leak is in the ceiling above it? Stupid jerk.
Jesse sent me an article last night about a mother and stepfather of a young teenage girl impregnating her with a syringe. I think that's why I dreamed this...
I remember coming into a room and seeing my dad and sister hurriedly pulling on their clothes. A bit later, I confronted Dad. "Are you fucking Haley?!" I asked, thinking for a second about using that language in front of Dad. Dad just smiled, and said yes, and that it'd been about fifteen times. I got all hysterical, yelling at him and Haley and trying to hit them as hard as I could. I just cried and wailed and was so upset. The alarm clock finally woke me up, and I realized I'd been pushing the snooze button every four minutes for almost an hour.
What a yucky dream.
In other news, today Jamie and I decided that we were going to have a contest to see who could lose seventeen pounds the fastest. We were both complaining at lunch about how much weight we've gained, and I said "we should have a race." So I guess the loser buys the winner an hour-long massage. I'd better git crackin'!
