dear now then diary,
fucking in about a million and a half years, i don't think ida ever guessed the content of my dreams last night or this morning and since i blabber while i am asleep- i was kinda scared to wake up and find the unibomber missing. i wondered if i had said something incriminating that sent him stomping out. he never gets up before noon, for one, and for two, if i did blurt out something 'bad' then oh fuck, it's gunna be another one of THOSE kind of days- like yesterday. i looked around before i went to hunt him down, he's been known to keep 'notes' on shit i've said, and i wanted a heads up on what i may or may not have went and said. i was only trying to be the good guy in my dream- which is actually SICKENING and the topic of a whole other post- as well as years of counseling sessions, or a lengthy hospital stay. when i found the unibomber, thankfully, he was only taking a shit and made no mention of anything i may or may not have said. it was at that time a giant wave of relief passed over me and i decided to write this and go back to bed. whew.