Frustration
As i find myself incapable of gobbling down the last piece of home made chapati bread, i start to think of what i had done throughout the day.
What have YOU done today?
How have you benefited the world around you, if at all?
For me, my day was full of exciting events.I skipped skool today, as i have gotten accustomed to doing. If mobile phones could ring off their 'hooks', im sure mine would've tied nooses around their necks and just gotten the thing over with. With my face buried in my pillows, and my own slobber trickling into my ears to give me that exquisite tingling sensation, i blindly try to reach for the phone, but alas, to no avail. I couldnt even get myself to look up so that i could at least turn the phone onto silent mode, and get my sleep on.
As i was telling Mini R. later on, i had a nightmare that left me gasping for air. i dreamt 'we' (i dont remember who was with me, but im sure there was a guy and a kid) were being chased by the mafia in the condo's underground parking lot, and cars were trying to turn us into roadkill. Then we were running up the stairs to our lavish manhattan penthouse (yes, even in my dreams im very shallow), trying to salvage whatever possessions we could before the mafia could get to us. And my biggest concern was to find my dog. What dog? Id given that annoying mut away a long time ago, and subconciously i knew that i didnt have a dog, but for some reason, the me in the dream kept on frantically searching for the damned thing. Ever get that urge to tell yourself to not do something in a dream, like you were just the spectator spirit who could rant and rave all you want, but the protagonist, who ironically represents you, never seems to be able to hear or see you? So i go out onto the Aladdin cartoon-esque balconey, and dig through the junk piled out there, still looking for the dog. The maid we had, like, 10 years ago, mysteriously shows up, and starts helping in the search for the dog. I felt like kicking her up the ass, she was always such a useless old hag. Now where in the world is carmen san-doggio? I find mountains and mountains of dry doggy food, as well as kennels, leashes, toys, you name it. Why doesnt anyone ever clean this place?! Then i stumble upon a dog house (keep in mind, this is all happening IN the penthouse) and lo and behold! I find a dachshund.. a far cry from the 'working breed dog' i used to have. This poor thing was sooo malnourished, so covered in its own faeces, that when i put out a hand full of doggy fodder, the thing just gave me this bewildered look, and yawned at me! Anyways, my weird dream was cut short by the maid banging on my door telling me that it was 3 o'clock. Lunch was ready...
What have YOU done today?
How have you benefited the world around you, if at all?
For me, my day was full of exciting events.I skipped skool today, as i have gotten accustomed to doing. If mobile phones could ring off their 'hooks', im sure mine would've tied nooses around their necks and just gotten the thing over with. With my face buried in my pillows, and my own slobber trickling into my ears to give me that exquisite tingling sensation, i blindly try to reach for the phone, but alas, to no avail. I couldnt even get myself to look up so that i could at least turn the phone onto silent mode, and get my sleep on.
As i was telling Mini R. later on, i had a nightmare that left me gasping for air. i dreamt 'we' (i dont remember who was with me, but im sure there was a guy and a kid) were being chased by the mafia in the condo's underground parking lot, and cars were trying to turn us into roadkill. Then we were running up the stairs to our lavish manhattan penthouse (yes, even in my dreams im very shallow), trying to salvage whatever possessions we could before the mafia could get to us. And my biggest concern was to find my dog. What dog? Id given that annoying mut away a long time ago, and subconciously i knew that i didnt have a dog, but for some reason, the me in the dream kept on frantically searching for the damned thing. Ever get that urge to tell yourself to not do something in a dream, like you were just the spectator spirit who could rant and rave all you want, but the protagonist, who ironically represents you, never seems to be able to hear or see you? So i go out onto the Aladdin cartoon-esque balconey, and dig through the junk piled out there, still looking for the dog. The maid we had, like, 10 years ago, mysteriously shows up, and starts helping in the search for the dog. I felt like kicking her up the ass, she was always such a useless old hag. Now where in the world is carmen san-doggio? I find mountains and mountains of dry doggy food, as well as kennels, leashes, toys, you name it. Why doesnt anyone ever clean this place?! Then i stumble upon a dog house (keep in mind, this is all happening IN the penthouse) and lo and behold! I find a dachshund.. a far cry from the 'working breed dog' i used to have. This poor thing was sooo malnourished, so covered in its own faeces, that when i put out a hand full of doggy fodder, the thing just gave me this bewildered look, and yawned at me! Anyways, my weird dream was cut short by the maid banging on my door telling me that it was 3 o'clock. Lunch was ready...
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