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?