I had a dream that Kayla, Darius, and I were running around Boston trying to find a CVS to steal Delsym from so we could trip balls. But then these two moms were following us saying that they wanted to adopt all of us and take us home to feed us Steak-Ums…it was strange. The three of us ran away from them and then went and played in a mist machine that looked an awful lot like the one across from the Boston Harbor Hotel. 

I’m looking at all these pictures of Occupy Boston and I can see my tent in about 80% of them.

I can’t wait to get back to my darling Kayla and buy a liter of Ruble so I can forget the past 5 weeks, even if it would only be for one night.

Excuse me while I crawl into the fetal position and cry about how finding a job sucks and how I’m hungry and the only thing to eat is mac and cheese or ramen noodles.

You know you need a job when you’re eying up an ad needing a piano teacher and you can’t even play the piano *sigh*

I hate not having internet. Someone just come and put me out of my misery so I can go to heaven and blog.