Sometimes, it seems to me as though we all live in our heads. I know I do.
I look forward to going to sleep, since thats where I can do whatever I want. My dreams are the most amazing part of my life. I cant remember the last time I had a nightmare. The landscapes are always breathtaking and the scenarios are always beautiful. Any time there is a house of some kind, usually its one of three main types:
1. A large, three- or four-story pioneer-era styled house in the middle of a giant dirt field. The house itself is pretty plain. It could be made of Lincoln logs or wood planks, Im not too sure. I do know that the room on the top story takes up the entire floor and has two windows, each on adjacent walls looking over the lot. There is one bed against a windowless wall and the door on the other. The floors are dusty and made of wood. The dirt lot stretches out as far as the eye can see, with one dusty road leading up to the front door. Thats it.
2. A large condominium of some type with a grand foyer and a room off to each side. In the middle of the foyer sits a recessed lounge area with a circular couch. Sometimes there are staircases winding up the rounded-off walls toward the back of the house, forming a nice loft, but usually there arent. The kitchen is always in the back of the foyer, straight ahead from when you walk in the door. I only ever go into the room on the left, and inside that room is a large walk-in closet, probably as big as my bedroom is in real life. In the back of that closet is a door leading to another bedroom, complete with another kitchen and its own bathroom. This one is sunnier than the room and closet before it, and I never know why. Then, from that room, one can go down a tiny hallway and through two double-doors and into a dark nursery with an old floor-unit television set. Sometimes I like to just sit in there for hours on end, just thinking about how amazing this place is.
3. You know what? I cant remember the third type because my girlfriend just called me from the bar she was at. She is drunk and needs me to pick her up. Its not like I was waiting for her to come home two hours ago like she said she would so we could spend some time together tonight because we havent seen each other all weekend.
Whats really fun is that I am also going to have to drive her to her car in the morning before I go to school. Fantastic. Sometimes I really wish she didnt drink. No, scratch that. I wish she had the willpower to have just one drink like she says she will. Either that or stop getting my hopes up.
At least she isnt driving home drunk.
I look forward to going to sleep, since thats where I can do whatever I want. My dreams are the most amazing part of my life. I cant remember the last time I had a nightmare. The landscapes are always breathtaking and the scenarios are always beautiful. Any time there is a house of some kind, usually its one of three main types:
1. A large, three- or four-story pioneer-era styled house in the middle of a giant dirt field. The house itself is pretty plain. It could be made of Lincoln logs or wood planks, Im not too sure. I do know that the room on the top story takes up the entire floor and has two windows, each on adjacent walls looking over the lot. There is one bed against a windowless wall and the door on the other. The floors are dusty and made of wood. The dirt lot stretches out as far as the eye can see, with one dusty road leading up to the front door. Thats it.
2. A large condominium of some type with a grand foyer and a room off to each side. In the middle of the foyer sits a recessed lounge area with a circular couch. Sometimes there are staircases winding up the rounded-off walls toward the back of the house, forming a nice loft, but usually there arent. The kitchen is always in the back of the foyer, straight ahead from when you walk in the door. I only ever go into the room on the left, and inside that room is a large walk-in closet, probably as big as my bedroom is in real life. In the back of that closet is a door leading to another bedroom, complete with another kitchen and its own bathroom. This one is sunnier than the room and closet before it, and I never know why. Then, from that room, one can go down a tiny hallway and through two double-doors and into a dark nursery with an old floor-unit television set. Sometimes I like to just sit in there for hours on end, just thinking about how amazing this place is.
3. You know what? I cant remember the third type because my girlfriend just called me from the bar she was at. She is drunk and needs me to pick her up. Its not like I was waiting for her to come home two hours ago like she said she would so we could spend some time together tonight because we havent seen each other all weekend.
Whats really fun is that I am also going to have to drive her to her car in the morning before I go to school. Fantastic. Sometimes I really wish she didnt drink. No, scratch that. I wish she had the willpower to have just one drink like she says she will. Either that or stop getting my hopes up.
At least she isnt driving home drunk.
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strobeflower:
3.48 was for a 2 minute check up. I still need to get the bad tooth fixed. Root canal treatment will be in the region of 115. Woe 
diaz:
Is she ok?