I'm thinking this should be a dream diary, because I dreamt that my mom was borrowing my car and when she returned home, she was driving backwards on the sidewalk hitting all kinds of shit like fences, running over lawns and rolling in the air until it landed on our driveway, totally totaled. I was pissed, but she offered me her molars to make up for it. Apparently, there's a website called sellyourmolars.com where they'll buy teeth provided there's silver and gold in them. Yeah, I don't even know. My brain's just...fairy dust.
This morning was a rare instance of being unable to sleep after waking up. Or it required a lot more effort than usual.
It figures that the interesting things happens after I post my Event Log. While I'm in the middle of bed, I get a sudden message from my online dating profile. That's the first message in months, and considering how initiative is unfairly skewed towards males, that's a pretty remarkable occurrence.
It took me all but three messages to stun her into silence. When I chat, I go in strong. No restraint. When all I got is nothing but time, you've got to expect fast and furious messaging, with essay-length replies dropped at a moment's notice. If I don't go all the way, I wouldn't be me. The hell with gradients; I'm solid all the time.
When I checked my phone this morning, she sent another message back saying she fell asleep. And here I was. thinking I scared her off. Maybe it'd be better if I actually did. Why do you build me up, buttercup, just to waste my time? I've got better things to do!
I got an answer from a job application I applied for a month ago--exactly one month ago. I don't know if I got it in me to write about fancy headphones. Worth a shot.
