I drifted in and out of sleep almost the entirety of the afternoon, hating anything that made noise when I was in that delirious transition between periods of sleep. I was disappointed to hear other people arrive at the house, and I don't quite know why. It had nothing to do with the person, it was the fact that they were there, and that I wanted to be alone. Still, not sure why, amidst the delirium. The dreams were many and strange.
And then later tonight I looked in the mirror, and I couldn't figure out what I was looking at. I can't even remember what I saw.
I keep getting mail from this politician. If they hate their opposition so much, why don't they just have them assassinated?
Hate is a strong word. Merely an exaggeration.
There were nerds next to me in class and I think they were playing Marble Blast on their laptop. I wanted to talk to them and find out if they were gamers. They probably were. I always liked nerds.
