jholtsnider

Wow. I had a pretty fucking bizarre dream last night. It involved looking at a guy while a doctor operated on his hand. And then the doctor slipped with his scalpel and cut open some artery in the guy's wrist. And blood started spraying around while the guy looked confused about who's blood it was. And the doctor said, "Oops." and looked at me.

So I woke up with that lovely picture. And I wanted to fight. I don't know why. I haven't felt like this in years. I just want to taste blood - it can be mine, someone elses, it doesn't matter. I just want to punch and punch and punch until someone doesn't get up again. I think I may be frustrated.

Yeah. So. My hostility is high. My patience is low. Perhaps it's time to drink and do homework. Or maybe I'll just walk out to the apartment complex hot tub with a bottle of wine and a cigar and just enjoy it.