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[wickedflea]

I'm moving slooooow this morning. I feel like someone has his thumb pressed down on a vital part of my brain and it's fucking up my processes. I don't imagine that means very much to you. I think I overslept last night -- in the sense of sleeping too much, like 9 hours. And I was having these crazy dreams. In one, I bought a 12-pack of beer and poured the contents into the cab of some pickup truck I had. It filled the cab up all the way to just below the windows. Perfect, I thought -- it won't leak. I was really pissed when I came back and found that it had all seeped out.

In another dream, I was carting somebody's infant child around, and he was really making life difficult. He wouldn't even eat the giant hamburger I bought him.

Finally, I turned up at a Slayer concert with my friend Wes, but the show quickly morphed into one of those campus-green-sit-on-the-grass-and-eat-hot-dogs-while-watching-lame-local-bands things. Wes and I were having some kind of deep conversation when this guy who was in my communication law class in 1998 came up and started going on and on about some meaningless bullshit. We tried to dodge him, but he kept finding us.

Flearrggh. Is it possible and/or wise to mainline coffee?

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[buscemi.livejournal.com]

. I feel like someone has his thumb pressed down on a vital part of my brain and it's fucking up my processes. I don't imagine that means very much to you.

>>I know exactly what you mean. There was a time when I could feel it in the center of my forehead.