All day today I have felt like complete shit. All based around one dream. I had this dream I was with a female friend of mine of whom I had some deep rooted feelings for and for reasons I am not sure we decided to take a trip to California. Now throughout the dream our conversations are like those conversations that are loaded with flirtations and innuendos and all that happy shit. Do people who have friends of the opposite sex even have conversations like that or is that just some other dopey dip-shit thing that only I do? Can't say I would be surprised if I were in the minority.

Anyway we were in a canoe (I have no idea why. I hate canoes and water. It makes me melty.) and I chose this close encounter to blurt out feelings and intentions only for her to tell me that she has a boyfriend and has had this guy around for quite some time. I replied with, "Oh. Well now I will turn around awkwardly and look the other way". It's the only line from the dream I remember verbatim.

After the worst canoe ride in the history of time we then decided to venture to Target which was pretty much more of the same as the canoe ride except for I think there was an argument of some kind. Next thing I knew she went home and I was left stranded. In Target. In California.

Then I woke up. I gathered two key elements from this experience. One, I find it interesting that even in dream form I fail and end up heartbroken. You'd figure that since it was my dream I would have had the upper hand. Of course I'm also the same person who has dreams about falling and doesn't wake up until after hitting the pavement. Two, and this one I find most important, I prolly should never go to sleep with a head full of fine hash. It seems like its for the greater good.

Yes. The greater good.
End Communication.

Is it strange that at one point during work today I stood outside in the rain and sang "The Way I Feel Inside" by The Zombies?
I didn't butcher the lyrics that bad so I can't imagine it was offensive for anyone within earshot.

So last night I had this splendid idea for something to write about and the night before that I had this great idea for something to write and so on and so forth.
I keep losing ideas. Either that or I am too bored to write. I know that is kind of the idea with writing but I've never been good with writing just to do it. It all comes out forced. Like apologizing to your sister for ruining her Thanksgiving display. My fingernails are lop-sided. I don't know how to feel about that. I'm going to go look for food. Not really to eat it but to verify that food is hidden in the places I believe it to be hidden in.

End communication.