So, I woke up this morning in a cold sweat and breathing hard like I had just run a marathon. Not a fun sitation. The nightmare I had was one of those 'really real' ones and it was scary as heck. Though I've got to admit, I did like the end result. Generally I'm not all that violent but if I had the opportunity to leave my neighbor's ugly and annoying friends scattered around the street bleeding I would totally do it. Sadistic, no? Well, what can I say? Sometimes I'm evil like that. But, at least I got Sammy's cell phone back. Dunno, sometimes I wish the strangest dreams I had were about baking Pita and little green booger men, but alas, that is not the case.
Why was I dreaming about pulverizing the slimy Israeli shnooks? Truthfully, I have no idea. Personally, I can think of any number of much more fun and exciting people and places to be dreaming about.
Breakfast was pancakes. I ate Peanut Butter Captain Crunch with chocolate milk instead. Lunch was not. I ate crackers and cake. Dinner was Pizza. I ate Pizza. Well, towards the end of the day my eating patterns finally start to make sense.
Did I get out of the house today? Yes. I went to the bank and picked up my checks (finally.)
Did I go out again? No.
Was it a fun day? Not really.
I miss my friends and I miss school. I miss being busy. And I miss learning.
I'm also to fed up to go frolicking all around the country. I keep hurting my friend's feelings because I keep telling her that I don't want to get together with her. That's not exactly true, I want to see her, I'm just to lazy and out of pocket cash to get on a bus and go anywhere. Also, I do have stuff that NEEDS to get done in my house, but I'm so sick of being home that I can't set my mind to any tasks in particular. Slightly problematic, I think.
(Random Fact: Just 8 more days till Saba and Savta come!)
But, once again - I have better things to waste my time doing and tomorrow is another day...