Dude, my dreams are pretty much as depressing as my actual life.
In this one, Sadie came over, we were sitting on the couch, kissed, and then she left.
What the hell is that?
That's it? That's all I get?
I need to have a talk with the part of my brain that's responsible for dreams. And fantasies. I couldn't even get a good one going this morning. My mind kept on wandering . . . like, she's kissing me, I take off her shirt . . . did that money transfer into my bank account?
Oh man, did I email that person back?
Shit, did I email them or . . . fuck, I don't think I did. Now they won't get it until monday and . . . fuck what an idiot.
I don't know what's happened to me, but I don't like it. She should be driving me crazy, and all I can think about is, if she came over, would she notice that I need to do the dishes?