January 7, 2003 2:36:06
::clutches stomach:: Ugh...
I don't feel very good at the moment... kinda funny since I felt fine earlier... must have been something I ate... I suspect either those damn chips or the 7 up... I don't know if I ever really drank that stuff before... ::shrugs:: Ah well... well here's my dream from this morning that really freaked me out.
Me and my brother Steve had this big fight or something� all of the sudden he's chasing me with a gun and I ran down into my basement... while there I somehow magically find a gun and when he comes down the stairs we get into this shoot out� I end up killing him and being shot up at the same time... the weird thing is... the bullets weren't like normal because they didn't make such a mess of where they hit... I had one in the wrist... and I could sort of see it poking out of my skin... though I couldn't really feel it... I know I had one in the back... so mum or somebody calls a doctor... he comes with his nurse and they start pumping me full of drugs... not going after any of the bullets yet... I woke up then... quite freaked out by it...
Very unsettled I was... so I had mum pick me up after second hour� and went with her on her little errands... then I came home and ate lunch... which something obviously made me sick... but I'm beginning to feel a little bit better... so I'm off to do some things...
Yeah, I'm evil like that. I come home because I don't want to be at school. Then I get sick while skipping. Poetic justice. Like I give a damn, I'd rather get sick from going home than stay at school.
Wanna go home now?