I can feel myself slipping slipping slipping.

I had this dream last night where it was one of those forensic cop tv shows and also a horror movie and there was this guy and he was the suspect but also the accused and the vicim and he was bound for his own good slash against his will to this chair and the doctors slash police officers slash mad scientists had had to (to save his life slash punish him slash get their kinky sex jollies) remove his gums. He opened his mouth to smile slash scream and I had to look away. Then someone yelled something about his teeth exploding out of his head. That part was kind of stupid. It was some kind of disease he had or something. This dream was inspired by watching a clip from the movie Saw. The clip was better then the trailer but I don't remember where I found it. Sorry.

Today I had a real conversation with one of my cousins for the first time in my life. I have a lot of cousins. What does that say about me?

I've been thinking I'm 27 lately.
But I'm only 26.

There aren't enough movies about garbage men.

Throat is sore.
Head hurts.
Must take nap.

We should all be as beautiful.
I think I'm okay now.
All it takes is a smile and a wave.

I feel bad.
I feel sub-human.

It is getting late and my paper is still not done. So it is and so it will forever be.