Uh, Weird.

Ye know, weird things happen sometimes.

I woke up at 6:08 PM today, I had no idea what the fuck I was doing, sleeping at such a weirdly odd time. The only reason I came out of my slumber, apparently, was cause I had a weird sensation of a sharp throbbing pain on my ass, as if someone'd maliciously kicked it with a boot-adorned foot with a deliberate sense of wanting to hurt. I had this urge to drink water when I started coughing badly, my throat felt as if there was a lump inside it, and started behaving as if there was a fuckin' godzilla breathing flames inside it. My head was buzzing constantly, and there was this weird smell that oddly resembled a mixture of cat piss and fresh rain. Uh, yeah, weird.

And I could recall snatches of a dream where I was climbing an eternally endless flight of stairs towards a dark tower along with a wise old man who was telling me weird stories, where I had this unreal Faith in every word he spoke, where I was desperate to hear him through, all the way. But he vanished as soon as I turned to look at his face. Fucking douchebag he is, leaving me behind like that.

And more weirdly enough, my jeans were actually folded up and was lying on my desk with the belt dangling down like an immobile serpent; calm and still, and yet so malevolent. Don't ask me why that's weird, but it just is. Coz I never fold my fuckin jeans, and never leave it on the fucking desk, alright?


Weird part is, I have an uneasy feeling about this whole thing. I dunno why, but a constant nagging voice tells me there's more to this than meets the eye. Maybe its just my imagination running wild, maybe.


Or maybe not.

Weird.