rejoicingpeasant

EDIT: no, it wasn't a dream.

oh my, oh my, oh my.

so. last night was rather.. eventful. in my mind anyhow. aside from that, nothing happened.

i got into a massive fight with bob, which consisted of me bringing up something that had bothered me during the day, and him flipping out in defense.

the fight ended with him calling me insane. repeatedly. loudly.

i have, on several occasions, asked bob if he thought i might be crazy. he always told me no. maybe a little stunted in a few ways, but not insane.

so i think i was pretty logical. i stayed away from sharp objects and projectiles. and drank a bottle of cough syrup. just like old times! heh. but uh.. during old times, i usually had a gaggle of people do it with me.

so i threw on my jacket. went out. wandered. found a park bench. listened to bush. watched a star move across the sky for about forty minutes. then an actual airplane went by, and i realized that the star hadn't been moving at all.

vomited. giggled. spit. sang. watched the stars some more. went to sleep on the bench. woke up around 5 with very cold fingers. dragged myself home. crawled into bed.

..woke up! heh. that'sthepunchline.