02-02 – 10:35am

02-02 – 10:35am

I don’t know what Ash is washing, but I’m going to need him to cut it the hell out. I woke up yesterday to Ash starting laundry, and I woke up again to it today. Who has four loads of laundry they need to do? Damnit. I am going to tell him before I leave today that I need the machine tomorrow without interruption. Not to mention I essentially can’t take a shower while the thing is running. Ugh.

I wish I could somehow get a print of the painting Tracey made of us fighting. How do they make paintings into prints? Someone tell me. Ready…go.

I had a dream last night I was in middle school playing hookie. We were walking around in the forests that surrounded the houses in front of Hazelbrook. I don’t really know who the other kid was, but I knew him, and we were friends. We walked around for a bit, and eventually decided that we needed to go inside again, I think to see Mr. Green, who was teaching both literature and molecular biology. He didn’t really teach either, but, he did teach a lot of crap. But that was high school. Anyway, we went to go sign in, and I was smoking, so I had to put my cigarette out, so I tossed it in the ashtray in front of the door, of a middle school, and felt bad since I had apparently just lit it. When we went inside to sign in there were students running the sign in counter, namely Tiffany B. and all our names were horribly misspelled. You can always tell it’s a dream, because nothing is ever spelled correctly or stays that way. That marked the beginning of my waking up.