I feel like I’m stretched very thin.

I’m not sure why I feel that way; it’s not like I do much of anything. Work is still work. Mind numbing and generally feeling like a crappy way to make a buck, but they’re pretty good about giving me time off when I need it for school.

School’s a different matter. I’ve been in college for over two years now, and I’m getting tired of it all. That’s really not a good attitude to have, but what-cha-gonna-do? I’m only taking 3 classes this semester and it feels like I never have any time where I don’t have an assignment due, or test coming up. It’s aggrivating.

After school and work, I’m exhausted, and after Lisa’s full day at work and 2 hour commute, she’s even more tired than I am. She gets home around 7:30 most nights, and if I’m lucky, she’ll stay awake until 11:30. Aside from weekends, I average about 4 hours a day of awake-time with my girlfriend. And that really sucks.

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Wow. What a whiny little shit I am. On to something fucked up.

Last night I had a dream that I was positive was really happening at the time. It didn’t feel like a dream, you understand. I was doing my Japanese homework (I had actually fallen asleep on the worksheet I was filling out and my drool ruined 4 answers.) and suddenly I really needed to piss. I don’t mean “man, it would be a good idea to empty my bladder soon” sort of need. I mean “Oh god! my crotch! It burns with the fullness of eternal suffering and awkward yoga positions!” sort of need.

Sp I run to the bathroom, barely in time, and proceed to urinate like my life depended on having a panel of judges score my arc on it’s asthetic value. But wait. It gets weird(er)! I can’t stop. I just keep pissing, and needing to flush the toilet every two minutes to keep the bowl from over flowing. After two hours of this, I still can’t stop, and my groin is burning like I’ve gotten 38 previously undiscovered STDs all stabbing me in the junk with pitchforks. The pain is so bad that my knees are buckling, and I start to back away from the toilet, still pissing, working harder to keep my aim centered on the bowl. I make it out of the bathroom and I’m pissing around a corner because that’s just how shit works in dreams. I backup all the way to where my cell phone is pugged into the wall. It’s been hours and I still can’t stop urinating. The stream of piss is hurling itself along almost completely unaided by me at this point, and I need to call 911. I want the Fire Department to come over and use one of those giant wrenches to turn off the flow going to my dick. I pick up the phone, and then I wake up. I’m holding my cell phone and it’s alarm is going off.

Like I said; fucked up, huh?