Entry 000123; 04.01.02

By the way, I'm still alive.

I've got a thousand emails to respond to (a good thing),
tired legs and sore feet (a not too bad thing),
and thousands of cuts all over my fingers (a bad thing).

So anyway, I've been working. I've done the math and I'm breaking an average of 10 bucks an hour. Sort of suck, but considering how this is after taxes, (and I get a refund later) and it's not a bad, or difficult job, and I no longer feel like a sloth, it's ok.

I had a REALLY bad nightmares last night. I can barely remember it, but I lived in this wierd society where I lived in a one-room house about the size of my room here (9'x11') with a couple of people and all we had were a twin bed each. Then some evil person from my past came into the society as some sort of security thing. (It felt like Ook and I called him that, but he was thinner and he always wore a black suit and tie). He installed a camera that he moved manually with a joystick for "secirity purposes" but I knew it was to spy on me so he could kill me or something something something. Anywya, he was dangerous. There was this old chinese man who was friendly, some sort of cook or janitor or something, and he was going to go to dinner with the Ook-guy (I think he went by the fake name "Mr. Slim") I tried to warn the little chinese guy and tell him not to go, or to be careful and he woudln't listen to me. (Mr. Slim had been establishing a bad reputation for me). The dream ended when I was in the middle of trying to convince the old chinese guy not to go. He opened up a photoalbum of mine that was sitting on the counter in front of us, and he SCREAMED in TERROR, when I looked at it, it was an image of Drooly fake-strangling CaAse. I guess the old guy thought it was real and I had been taking pictures of people murdering each other. I woke up while the old man was still screaming, and I had just gotten a glimpse of the photo. Real fucked up shit.