I had a dream about mushrooms and their propensity for acts of debauchery. This was coupled with the fact that Palo was all ramped up for some HHC and a good night out at a party. I woke up sweating, probably from dancing, then I passed out to snores again probably mine. When I crashed out again I found myself in the ever dimishing room as I've come to call it. Im always sitting on this pea green couch at one end and staring at a stereo placed at the other. Th catch is the lines of the room look like a 3d draing in that they seem angled in like they are going to meet, instead they meet at a wall behind the stereo, that is no bigger than the stereo itself. It has white plaster walls with the paint chipping off and newly polished wood floors. There is a deep red cherrywood coffee table in fron t of the couch and a rug in front of that, that ways changes depending on the dream itself. So I sit there with some house on the stereo, when I decide I need some KT so I get up as always and hear the whispers that seem to inhabit this room. This time the whispers seem to be corporeal and swirl around me, I close my eyes to focus on them again, but I can't. Each time I hear the begginings of a coherent thought it slips away like water in my hands. I tried to listen for hours it seemed like when finally I heard “Things get better” then I woke up. YEESH, even my subconcious is a farkin cheerleader.

I've decided all this is leading up to a win in the lottery so I can open my own computer business and hire all my friends. Sure we'll go down in big huge stinking flames, but man what a ride. Im thinking if that happens I'll prolly even open the bar H and I talk about a lot. One can't have too many businesses right?

So onto this thing called my life. It's swell, my lil sis' birthday is today and we celebrate tomorrow. I was hoping to get rid of my morning shift so I could help clean as well as get Ri ready for the night over at my parents, sadly I've made no money this week. So it all h inges on tonight, if I can make decent money I just may give our new server a call and see if she would pick up my shift. I would really like a weekend day off with my family with no worries of work. I am going to ask for every other Sunday off now I just can't handle the crappiness of the people who come in and the slowness of a mind numbing day. I barely make $40-50 and that's pulling teeth. Everybody seems so needy on Sundays it sucks me arse, they need everything right now and their way. So many times I have wanted to take out my bitch ass paddle and smack em with it. I can't count the number of times I've had people ask for a game and we put it on with the express warning that if we need that feed for one of our advertised games we'll take it back. No biggie right? you wanna watch a game do it at home dumb ass! Anyways, I've had no less than 10 people order drinks and food and then walk out on their tas, because my manager explained that we needed that feed back for one of our games. I mean how farked up is that? Boo Hoo! Cry me a farkin river grow up you small penised whiny crybaby. I realize that I can't watch Michigan every Sat or even Detroit every Sun, and I work there and have control over the TVs. Sundays just make me want to invest in a gross of bats and just walk around looking for the schmucks who come in.

So I got up on time but all I've gotten done is a couple of loads of laundry. Where does the time go? Why is my daughter sleeping so much when Im around? Do I bore her that much? Well she is getting rid of the sniffles so her body may be catching up on all its sleep it missed while she was miserable. ACK! I just realized she had begun to get a bit of a belly, and now she's sleeping! NO! Not another growth spurt, she's gargantuan! And not even fat, just tall and proportionately weighted. It makes me laugh at how she is as big or bigger than al her “older” cousins. I can't wait until one of them tries to start some beef with her, will they get a suprise. MUHA!

I just realized Pizza Hut thinks we are the Bookmans, crazy, well we do like books I just didn't realize I would be named after them. Another thing that kind of irks me, why do people think the rules never apply to them? I've started to loathe the grocery store because I end up yelling at people for their stupidty.

DA = dumbass
M = Me

DA: That's on sale! *glaring at the cashier with some sort of malice percolating in their head*
M: Yes they are, so why don't you give the nice lady your savings card now.
DA: *screeching* I won't give my address for one of those! *looks at me like I suggested she turn her house into a brothel*
M: Then you don't deserve the sale then do you? *standing up straight eyes blazing like the blazing hero I am*
DA: *looking imploringly at the cashier* Don't you have a card I can use?
M: Ma'am blow me and get out of my way I want to go home today.
*cashier is trying to hold back the laughter as she uses her card and continues the transaction*

DA: Uhhhhhhh I don't have my id….*stares off into space hoping the subject will change*
M: Boo Hoo! I have an id so let them have your beer and leave.
DA: But my gf needs this beer
M: Then she should have gotten it
DA: You can buy it right?
M: NO!
DA: Why not?
M: Because Im a bastard, no go home and look forward to a lonely night. A word of advice don't forget your id next time if you really are 21.

My temperment is indeed becoming very fiery and condescending. Hopefully it will just be directed towards dumb asses.