At that same time in my subconcious, Jimmy, Bobby, Kid and I were all piling into Jimmy's car at Kid's house to escape terrorists, who somehow needed to take out their anger on the ghetto of Brighton. Jimmy was talking to me from the driver's seat, and then
he was in my doorway first thing this morning wanting to jam a little and smoke a little before he went to bed. OMFG.
It doesn't help that I've got bronchitis again, and I can't sleep because my wheezing keeps me awake. So I'm dead tired, and I look it. I went to work to pick up my paycheck looking so red eyed, I bet they thought I smoked about a garbage bag of hash before I went there. But I didn't. Just dog - sick. Bah. And tomorrow we go up north to my dad's, and it's a FUCKING BLIZZARD outside right now.
*cough weeeeeeeze sputter sputter cough choke*
And the puppy, who was peacefully asleep next to me on the bed just farted. It's got to be him, because he woke himself up and is staring at his butt with a really confused look. Wow, there is still levity. *cough*