ROBIEWANKENOBIE

i woke up like that chick on medium today. you know, she goes to sleep and all that bad shit goes down...and you're like, "don't sleep!" but she does? because she's exhausted? yeah, so i've been staying up as late as i can handle it, so that i don't have interrupted sleep...and then i wake up in a panic. i guess i'm just forgetting about all those crazy dead people that are talking to me. which sucks, because i'd be hella richer...but doesn't suck, 'cause way creepy, y'know?

but then a bunch of freelance stuff dropped in my lap. so exciting! we can pay the mortgage! whoopee! only the universe is a mean sumsabitch, sometimes, because i got into a car wreck on the way to work which obliterated any chance of us "getting ahead." [i'm okay, don't worry] it may be that something shitty goes down every time we get money...or, we get enough money to survive every time something shitty is about to happen. i'm going glass full on this.

then again, c. just threw up (on me, of course) and i can't find any cleaning spray...so maybe i'm deluded.