And I like the new improved Scatter Joy with pictures. It helps my imagination be able to picture everything.
(HA! That's funny. By helps my imagination I must mean, it relieves my imagination of the necessity to figure out what things might have looked like by providing my imagination with an exact image of what things did in fact look like. Less work on my part, that's what I enjoy. Booyah.
I never had this nightmare but now that I have such a great mental picture to go with it I probably will. I watched part (maybe 5 minutes) of a Who's the Boss rerun last night and dreamt about Tony and Angela all night; so we'll see what happens tonight. A loud "POP", the dropping of my stomach into my uterus, the tears streaming down my face as I try to cross three lanes of traffic thinking if i'd only checked my oil like my dad said i should this wouldn't be happening. and now he's gonna kill me if i don't die trying to get to the side of the road... if this doesn't make sense. it's because i'm tired.
you know what i discovered? I like being a nurse on the days I don't work. what does that say about me?
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This is one of my driving nightmares. I'm glad you survived.
Amen, and amen. Also one of my nightmares.
And I like the new improved Scatter Joy with pictures. It helps my imagination be able to picture everything.
(HA! That's funny. By helps my imagination I must mean, it relieves my imagination of the necessity to figure out what things might have looked like by providing my imagination with an exact image of what things did in fact look like. Less work on my part, that's what I enjoy. Booyah.
wow.
I never had this nightmare but now that I have such a great mental picture to go with it I probably will. I watched part (maybe 5 minutes) of a Who's the Boss rerun last night and dreamt about Tony and Angela all night; so we'll see what happens tonight. A loud "POP", the dropping of my stomach into my uterus, the tears streaming down my face as I try to cross three lanes of traffic thinking if i'd only checked my oil like my dad said i should this wouldn't be happening. and now he's gonna kill me if i don't die trying to get to the side of the road...
if this doesn't make sense. it's because i'm tired.
you know what i discovered? I like being a nurse on the days I don't work. what does that say about me?
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