And he slapped his face off!

[a_bit_of_wit_2]

A mostly normal day today...although I woke up rather unconventionally, waking up scared due to a bad dream; a dream involving the death of my best friend. In this dream, I said something or did something that pissed her off, angered her and upset her to the point of tears, and she didn't want to talk to me for a while. A few days go by, and I'm quite worried, so I call her. Her sister picks up the phone, telling me she's in the hospital for alcohol poisoning. Scared, I go to Oklahoma, and when I arrive, I find out she died as a result. Last thing I remember was sobbing, and feeling incredibly guilty, wanting to die, blaming myself for her death, then I woke up gasping, drenched in a cold sweat. Still remains quite vivid in my mind. Anyway, work passed rather quickly, myself getting into the Photo Lab because it was busy. No incompetence today, that I recall. So I got home, and did the usual nightly thing, and here I am.

2 days until my trip!

Hmm...that was a rather short post, it's all good.

Nighty night, all.