June 22nd, 2002

scared, trapped

random mumblings


I suspect I have a touch of mania on top of everything else. It would explain the rotation of quick thoughts that I wanted to attribute to panic, and the inability to concentrate, and a bunch of other things. And it explains my room only becomes more and more a disaster area the more and more I try to clean it.

*sigh* I'm either going to sleep or tackle one of the piles. I don't know which.

And tomorrow I have to go entertain relatives. Yay.

Okay. I can do this. Really, I can.

*deep breath*
  • Current Music
    Leslie Fish - Hope Eyrie

Beating up the President

Well, it's probably a good thing we *don't* have dream recorders, or I'd be locked up indefinitely as a threat to the state. Because in my last dream, I beat up the president.

Yes. GWB did that stupid smirk of his, and I grabbed him by the collar and shook him. And the secret service was nowhere in sight. George had just tagged my car with a "Nuke Here" device. I got out of the car, and I said, "Please, tell me this is just a test." and he went "Nope!" And I swear he had no clue about nukes. I mean, for heaven's sake, he thought he'd be safe in the firehouse across the street. I beat him up when it was established he knew *nothing* about nuclear weaponry short of "It makes a big boom."

Yeah, I suspect this dream has something to do with the growing unease I have about the regime in Washington. And I got to admit, on some level, it was satisfying to shake GWB, shake some sense into him.

Anyway, I have to get ready to go to the family reunion now. I'll see you all later.
  • Current Music
    Leslie Fish - Vengeance is Mine