I think I’m dying. On the plus side, I’m pretty sure that tomorrow, finally, is actually Friday.

I had a dream last night that I couldn’t sleep.

Do you have any idea how fucked up it is to dream that you can’t sleep?

It was a sign how the day was going to go.

… and guess what? I’m gonna keep doing that. See you tomorrow.

… and taking the night off.

I kind of want to solve all of the world’s problems with violence tonight, which means I probably ought not to be writing about it in public. I’m in a hell of a mood.

That said, I should be seeing Fantastic Four tomorrow, so hopefully that’ll be fun.