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Worst Morning Ever
9 January 2006 11:00I keep waking up intermittantly throughout the night. Once at two, once at three, once at four, and then I start having an interesting dream.
I'm in some rich woman's house, who had a huge collection of jewelery. Suddenly, an alarm starts going off. We're rushing around, looking for what started it, and I go to the jewelery room and there are some girls with the jewelery cabinets open trying it on. I point out that there's an alarm attached to the place. And then it's like an episode of SVU, because the police (responding to the alarm) have to respond to a rape case instead, and for some reason I'm going with them (the alarm is still going). There's this guy who put a woman under the rug for his other friends to have, but we get there first, and in there (for some bizarre reason) are Renny, Desmond, Geoff, and Robbie. I say: "What are you doing here?"
And some guy was trying to set them up with the rape case by saying he'd had some kind of something for them there. And they said it seemed plausible. And then Desmond started yelling about how something was bothering him about that guy's coat. It had had a big glow in the dark stylized penis sticker on it, and damnit, that was his brother's coat! (o.o;) And his brother never would have given it up willingly, so the man must have killed his brother! We are trying to calm him down, and Renny comes up with a system of telling how trustworthy someone is by how much of them shows up as little black cones. She's talking about the rapist setup guy and how he was totally made out of black cones, and etc. etc., and then Desmond gave me a chart that showed our friends and how much of them was black cones (according to Renny's new technique). And it goes down the list, and she leans over to say to Geoff in this kind of weird sincere voice, "I wish I could trust you, but you're made out of 41% black cones." (the alarm is still ringing)
"41%? That's pretty harsh!" he replies, and leans over to show me the chart, "You're only down for a 'mad mood.'"
I start out explaining, but end up yelling.
"That's because they only ever see me in an angry mood because they're all FUCKING MORONS! WHERE IS THAT FUCKING ALARM COMING FROM!?"
I wake up, and the alarm is still ringing. I'm disoriented, and it's about seven in the morning. I don't have to wake up until eight.
There is a fire alarm somewhere far away. Loud enough so that it pervades my very soul, but quiet enough that it doesn't wake my peacefully sleeping roommate. GAH! It continues like that for a good long time. I try to plug my ears, put my covers over my head, but my mind keeps focusing on it and making me hear it, and only it. I'm in agony. MAKE IT STOP, MAKE IT STOP!
It stops.
I take one beautiful breath of clean and silent air, and...
My alarm rings.
I curse the entire world into a fiery conflagration of death and destruction and brush my teeth.
I HATE MONDAY.
I'm in some rich woman's house, who had a huge collection of jewelery. Suddenly, an alarm starts going off. We're rushing around, looking for what started it, and I go to the jewelery room and there are some girls with the jewelery cabinets open trying it on. I point out that there's an alarm attached to the place. And then it's like an episode of SVU, because the police (responding to the alarm) have to respond to a rape case instead, and for some reason I'm going with them (the alarm is still going). There's this guy who put a woman under the rug for his other friends to have, but we get there first, and in there (for some bizarre reason) are Renny, Desmond, Geoff, and Robbie. I say: "What are you doing here?"
And some guy was trying to set them up with the rape case by saying he'd had some kind of something for them there. And they said it seemed plausible. And then Desmond started yelling about how something was bothering him about that guy's coat. It had had a big glow in the dark stylized penis sticker on it, and damnit, that was his brother's coat! (o.o;) And his brother never would have given it up willingly, so the man must have killed his brother! We are trying to calm him down, and Renny comes up with a system of telling how trustworthy someone is by how much of them shows up as little black cones. She's talking about the rapist setup guy and how he was totally made out of black cones, and etc. etc., and then Desmond gave me a chart that showed our friends and how much of them was black cones (according to Renny's new technique). And it goes down the list, and she leans over to say to Geoff in this kind of weird sincere voice, "I wish I could trust you, but you're made out of 41% black cones." (the alarm is still ringing)
"41%? That's pretty harsh!" he replies, and leans over to show me the chart, "You're only down for a 'mad mood.'"
I start out explaining, but end up yelling.
"That's because they only ever see me in an angry mood because they're all FUCKING MORONS! WHERE IS THAT FUCKING ALARM COMING FROM!?"
I wake up, and the alarm is still ringing. I'm disoriented, and it's about seven in the morning. I don't have to wake up until eight.
There is a fire alarm somewhere far away. Loud enough so that it pervades my very soul, but quiet enough that it doesn't wake my peacefully sleeping roommate. GAH! It continues like that for a good long time. I try to plug my ears, put my covers over my head, but my mind keeps focusing on it and making me hear it, and only it. I'm in agony. MAKE IT STOP, MAKE IT STOP!
It stops.
I take one beautiful breath of clean and silent air, and...
My alarm rings.
I curse the entire world into a fiery conflagration of death and destruction and brush my teeth.
I HATE MONDAY.
