yeah, I found god, and he was absolutely just like me

whatcha doing in this darkness baby

So. I nearly ran screaming, literally, out of the store last night. I'm not sure what would have pushed me totally over the edge, but I do know that people on a serious high are really. fucking. annoying. To the point where I honestly thought of fucking around with someone's head just to see if my boss would believe me if I flat out lied after I told a customer to fucking go to hell [if said customer cared, I mean]. But I decided not to for some reason. I think I decided in this case I'd rather deck the asshole instead of wasting my breath on 'im. But I didn't. I did, however, have to resort to sending a text message to Cass in the hopes that she would answer... If she hadn't, I probably would have gotten fired.

...Sigh. I sort of wish we could be approaching a semi normal hour so that the stores would open, I could buy my bookcase, and then begin my mad frenzy to assemble it and clean my room. If only because I'd kind of like to not have to vault and twist and turn and spin just to walk through the door. *cough*

And it's oddly nice to know someone else other than me adores Andromeda & Bee. That shocked the hell out of me, honestly.

kay. I need to go clear a space for the bookcase of doom. Which involves lugging two very cat stained boxes down one flight of stairs, across the house, up another flight of stairs, and then arrange them artfully in this room. Then I think I have to go through a third box and see if it's as trashfilled as I suspect. then there's a basket of stuff I may or may not have to move. You know the most annoying thing about all that? None of it's my stuff. None.

But I bought cookies. Cookies!

dream a little dream

my dream last night. because it was weird.

In the dream, I'm visiting family. A big family. My family. Only... not really my family. Dreamwise only some of them are related to me, and reality wise, no one is. [as in no real family members turned dream form] Annnnnnnnnnnnnnnnyway. I love the house I'm staying at, and I love quite a few of the people there. But I know some of them don't like me. For some reason I get left in charge of a couple of the younger kids [there's a reunion type thing going on over a week during the dream]. Danger, danger!

Things are going well until I'm informed by someone that I should let the giant hamster [much bigger than a real hamster, but not bigger than a cat] go outside for a few minutes. Because he's allowed to and he wants to. So the door is opened, the hammy goes outside, and less than a minute later everyone goes outside to look for him. The kid I'm definitely in charge of, he's about eight, is really upset, and someone keeps saying, "you're going to get fired..." So I walk off and look at the bushes elsewhere. Where I see a familiar fur coat. "I found him!" I say a little too fast, because upon closer inspection I realize he's very, very dead. Keep in mind that the little hammy had been outside for like, five minutes. Max. So even if he'd died, he wouldn't be ant food yet, kay? I'm trying not to gag, and I have to keep the kid away from his pet, so I motion to some twentysomething dude to come hold the kid back because christ almighty, he doesn't want to see this. I wander back to the corpse and out of nowhere comes the eccentric cousin, who in this case is Mikey Way of my chemical romance. I stop dead as he pulls out an old fashioned camera and snaps a picture before heading back to one of the clusters of disgruntled family members. All I can think is, "Oh shit." Then the geekiest cousin says he found the hamster. Alive. We rejoice, and as everyone goes to welcome the lost pet home, geek whispers, "Guess I upstaged you for once, eh?" And I just stare at him like he's nuts.

The dream ended a bit after that, but nothing else really happened. It was just really... odd. I think the oddest bit was this undercurrent of knowing that these people weren't my family, that I didn't know them, but wishing I was part of their madness anyway.