|10:57 am - About last night|
I did not get a ticket for speeding last night. This is significant because I actually passed a guy at some unreasonable speed, like 75 mph and then pulled over to let the guy who was rapidly crawling up my ass pass me. For a moment, he and I were holding at the same speed, then I looked at my speedometer and realized I was going 80. I realized I didn't really want to be going 80. I really wanted to be going around 65-70, so I took my foot off the gas and let the car slow down. This meant the car next to me pulled ahead. As he did, I realized he was a police car. And I really, really wondered why he didn't stop me, although I was really, really greatful at the same time.
I thought, honestly, that I was dealing quite well with my stress until yesterday afternoon when my body started erupting in boils. And last night, more nightmares. Nightmare number 2 had me trying to both shop with my one dollar bill, and make a plane flight at the same time.
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Current Mood: tired
|04:14 pm - The dead do not arbitrate|
I asked you if you wanted me to be the enforcer of justice. If you had said yes, I would have killed the Grand Prosecutor. And then, I would have killed you, Stanley. But in both cases, it would have been quick and painless.
Current Mood: sick
Current Music: Mr. Mister - Broken Wings