Yikes

Took a nap that went on too long. Had a dream of auditioning for a tv show or something like that that lasted a while, then it turned into me standing outside of my house. I saw a glow on the horizon that turned into a mushroom cloud. It kept getting closer and closer and I ran inside. Kept expecting it to come, but there wasn't any sound or anything. I checked back outside and there was a huge, water-filled crater like all the way up to my doorstep. I could see some of the buildings downtown poking out of the water. Oddly, the power was still on, as well as the internet connection, so I typed in a room something like 'Wow, a nuclear bomb went off, I'll bbl'. I got my mom out of bed to show her what had happened. We saw strange-looking, clear tornados overhead, but they didn't do anything. There was an army medical station that had been set up down the street, and I asked them if there was a radiation danger. They said yes, but wouldn't tell me exactly how much. Then a nurse made some off-color joke concerning radiation sickness and my brain must've thought 'Alright, enough of that,' and I woke up.

Still slightly disoriented, I turned on the tv and there was one of those plastic surgery shows on. This one featured a transsexual getting facial surgery I need, yet fear. It was all quite gruesome. So this evening is just chock-full of anxiety.

Ooh, the pain! Oh, the pain of it all!

That's my Dr.Smith impression. I had another laser thing. Oh my god. I wept freely. It was all I could to do not leap out of the chair and start using the thing on my torturer- I mean, the nurse. AAAAH! Holy cow, that was the worst yet. Hot knife through flesh. I sure hope it works this time.

At least I finished the casette tape project. Yay!

Just got back from watching the fireworks. A friend knows a friend who can get us on top of a tall apartment building downtown, right next to the bridge the fireworks are launched from. It's quite noisy. It always reminds me of the time I was a child and we were going back to our car after a show.. it started pouring down rain. The torrent washed loose one of my flipflops and it went floating rapidly away down the street, never to be seen again. Strange chain of thought moment: You know how sometimes you're walking along the street, and there's a lone shoe sitting in the street or on the sidewalk. Who did those shoes belong to? Was someone just strolling along and decided they didn't need their left shoe anymore? Did it fall off their foot while they were too preoccupied to notice? I wonder.