Ain’t no otha mess, like me it’s true
I feel like I’ve lost all concept of time in the mornings. It’s like, my mind keeps thinking or dreaming, and when I wake up, get ready, and head to work, I’m not sure if I’m awake or asleep. This is sadly not the influence of any prescription pills, illicit substances, or anything as fun, but probably a sign that my body wants to keep sleeping.
Last night’s dream featured the big and tall Anthony, this guy from the End Up who I am dead in love with. He’s, like, eleven feet tall, has a shaved head, hoop earrings, and dark green eyes. He looks like he’d kick the crap out of you, but he’s actually a teacher, and while we once messed around once, my efforts to win him over since then have been fruitless at best.
Too bad life’s not like a kid’s cereal cartoon commercial.
