What A Slacker!

The Scream Continues…

Add comment July 3rd, 2008

Today sucked.

This week sucked.

I suck.

My week started out horribly. It never had anything even close to a good point at any point. Then it ended just a horribly.

To be honest I have to wonder why I am still here on this planet.

Not feeling well I went in to drink some milk (hoping it would settle my stomach – it did not). As I was drinking it I noticed some of the magnetic poetry on the fridge.

Drink milk and dream.

Okay so I drank the milk all I need now are the dreams. Will they be nightmares? Most likely I will be trapped, attacked and killed repeatedly during the night. Why shouldn’t my dreams mimic my life?

I hope to be back to my regular bitchy self soon. Either that or just gone.

Now back to your regularly scheduled programming.

Went Back To Work Today

Add comment December 18th, 2007

First day back at work. Okay so it was not a full days work but it was work. The commute alone was bad enough but then sitting there for four hours at the computer nearly killed me. The job is not hard it is computer work after all, but with my injuries my legs need to be up. There is no way I can put my legs up at work so the half day was literally hell.

I nearly passed out once I got home. Thought I was off the Vicodin, but I was forced into taking some so I could sleep at night. My sleep has really been off since the accident. I don’t know if it is the pain or the drugs that are keeping me awake. When I do sleep it is not very restful. We shall see how this return goes, but I am going to be taking it slow. As long as my wallet lets me that is.

Prophetic Dreams

Add comment December 1st, 2007

Last year I had a dream about one of my exes being in a automobile accident. They were driving a late model dark SUV and were T-Boned. The SUV flipped. It was bad possibly fatal. For weeks, even months, I felt like I lost someone close to me. So I tracked down the ex after fifteen years to see how they were doing, but I was only treated like a psychotic stalker [which I could hardly be if I waited fifteen years to hunt them down now could I?].

Well it turns out I had the interpretation wrong. The accident did involve a dark green late model SUV but it was me in the vehicle that hit that SUV. Since that accident a week ago I have been in severe pain due to the six broken ribs and numerous bruises.

I know that my ex would be happy to know I am the injured party in all this, especially after the way my request for info last year went down. I wonder if I wrote to tell them I am badly injured if they would consider that harassment even though contact was made a year apart? Knowing them yeah. But would the joy of knowing of my injuries out weigh the psychosis of thinking I am stalking them? Nah, they would most likely balance out and I would get a call from that cop friend again telling me to leave them alone, how childish and paranoid can you be to take a step like that. But this time mister officer could look up the police report on my end to know I am telling the truth.

Well, screw them and next time I dream they are in trouble we will have to assume the information is meant for me again and I will leave them alone.