I had a bad dream this afternoon. One of those - oh no my cats they're all alone at home and they probably starved to death and i need to get back there soon i hope they're not dead - dreams. I am thinking this is part of the reason why I do not like to be away from my cats overnight. Probably best I don't have the money to go anywhere. Those dreams terrify me. The panic and urgency of wanting to get home and hoping that my cats are still alive, the fear of finding them dead, the horror that I left them alone for so long... not good.
I'm watching the episode of 'The Simpsons' where Homer is prescribed medicinal marijuanna - good times, good times.
My fingers hurt. I'm bummed out man. Seriously bummed.