twelvis

it was a very surreal friday.
i had one of the strangest dreams ever, and i wont go into it but i've noticed my dreams come in patterns, that they follow (what i dimly know about) the rules of quantum theory.

i get to work and my boss is decked out in spandex for some bicycle race he's about to do. most unfortunate is the fact that the thing may as well have been painted on, so you can see in lucid detail every, *gag*, crevice. he has me run errands for him that he couldn't do himself because people would giggle.

i get home and my grannie died a few mins earlier. it's all for the best tho, she was vegitative for like the past 7 years and recently got pneumonia. the weird thing is, my parents didn't seem too upset by it. my dad (his mom was the one who died) cracked jokes with his brother, "hahah, no we're not orphans." i asked my mom if i should stay home instead of going out, and she just shrugged her shoulders and said to clean my room first.

death is like such a heavy thing and it's weird how it's also so arbitrary, that it can be heavy or not heavy at all.