i had a terrible horrible nightmare last night. one of those that when you wake up you're actually depressed, even though you know it was just a dream. why on earth would i be forced to suffer like this? i hate nightmares. i dreamed that i was asleep.. and i woke up and went into the living room to look at my car through the window, like i do every morning. only, this time something was different, something was wrong. i went outside for a closer look, and then it hit me. someone had stripped my car. they had taken everything from inside my car, and then taken the engine. nothing was left but the steel frames. all i could think was.. why? who? no... and it went on from there.. with the cops and all..
man.. i could have cried. i did in the dream. when i really did wake up this morning, the first thing i did, even before i peed, was went into the living room to make sure.. yes. my car was still there, and it was normal.. thank goodness.
maybe i've been working too much lately.. i'm darn tired from sagebrush. stupid valentines day means we were extra busy. too bad my tips didn't reflect that.
only 2135 dollars to go til i can quit that hell hole.
oh and if you're wondering how my v-day went, the only valentine i got was from my dad. but if you can't trust your daddy to be your valentine, who can you trust?