monsterjoe

update...update...

What can I tell you today. It's 3am and I just woke up. I haven't been sleeping right for the last month or so. I drink too much caffeine through coffee and rockstar drinks and I've been smoking way too much. Naturally, with all these stimulants it's been hard to concentrate. I've not been treating myself very good.

I'm so tired of school. I don't want to do it anymore. I will, of course. I can't quit now. I should graduate in May if I can manage to keep my head above water. I feel all punch-drunk though. My friends tell me I talk funny these days.

Well, there's school and then there's the rest of the drama that's eating me at the moment. I don't have time to go into it now, but it involves a woman. 'Nuf said I think.

OK, in the middle of last week I woke up with a start after another dream about spiders. Get this - I was meeting Bill Cosby to talk about some mafia shit and he decided that we should meet in the basement of an old Victorian house. The basement was full of these big tarantulas ranging in size from normal to the size of a large dog. Bill wanted to meet here because the spiders would keep out anyone who wanted to evesdrop. We walked into the middle of the room and Bill Cosby proceded to tell me that my shit was fucked up and that if I didn't get it together there would be "dire" consequences. We both had this kind of antispider spray that we were using to keep the tarantulas off of us, but the longer we were down there the more and more of them started attacking. Bill kept his cool, but I started to panic. I couldn't spray fast enough. They were on my legs and starting to crawl up when one of them droped down ontop of me. That's when I startled awake.

I'm really starting to hate spiders.