i get my lexicon omega today.  i don't get to use it till tomorrow.  tomorrow. tomorrow.tomorrow.
tomorrow i have to go to work at 6:45 am.  i think it is some sort of loyalty test.  then again, once i worked at meijer, and they asked me to go behind the store and put the leaves in the parkinglot into a plastic trash bag.  i could have sworn it was a cruel initiation ritual/joke.  i wonder if perhaps it wasn't, because i have since, watched other service workers partake in this task.  but i'm still not completely convinced that it isn't some sort of brainwashing, loyalty enforcing, evil, evil rite.

i should note, this was my idea.

witty comment:  MEIJER, REDSHIRTS!

three day suspension.  begins today.  i'm not bitter, i'm just not sure how to express this emotion.

also, these talismen around my neck, what are they and what do they mean?

i had a dream.  even in it i could fly.  i was in meijer, trying to escape.  all of my managers were chasing me.  i flew to the ceiling, they followed me.  i went through the air ducts, they followed me.  i almost made it past the loading dock, they caught me.  i didn't escape.

things i am currently digging about the effects of alcohol.  increased dream recall (in all likely hood related to poorer sleep quality).  moreso than going to sleep drunk, i like waking up and going to work drunk.

things i am not currently digging about my dreams.  certain someones showing up and participating in certain somethings with to be certain, myself.

but its all in the interest of science.  so and so.

and fnordly, i have no idea how i am still employed.  what is this madness?  to follow it all up, a long list of things i meant to do when it was still summer:
  to impress you with all the things i'm doing.
to build on the past and make myself look better in the future.

i burnt my thumb on paper copies
chocolate, styrofoam, cofee
to make our bones stronger
to free us from...

far too often, i find myself wondering why an item won't scan.

only to wake holding my alarm clock in one hand and a bundle off sheets in the other.

my dad watches the obama thing so he can talk to his'elf (loudly) about about what he doesn't like.  my mom goes upstairs to watch it in an unbiased environment.  my sister confronts dad.  i put on my headphones and write a blorg.
which of these things is most like the other.

i'm so tired.  i was hoping and praying that i wouldn't get the wekk off just so i would have an excuse to quit.  do i need an excuse beyond that it is slowwing drainging the life out of me?  i get a break, i sit on my car, i talk and sing to the other cars in between smoke filled exhales.

everyone who told me about open mics last night, please reiterate here.  the internet does not get drunk and does not forget the specifics.