I've somehow let an almost torturess amount of simply undesireable emotions control myself the past week or so. Sometimes I wish thoughts had their own personal on/off switch. Some things would seem much easier to deal with. Friday. Oh, silly Friday. And silly me, imagining I could somehow not make a fool out of myself in the most awkward of ways possible??! From now on, car-raving is called CAR-raving for a reason. I had a dream the other night that I was pregnant. This apparently means there is a possible aspect of my life that is "growing." Whatever. The strange thing was, it felt sorta comforting. Is that really weird? That sounds weird. Less weird than the things I could really be saying. Sometimes I find pregnancy/birth to just be such a bizarre concept. What's worse is that the word alien pops into my head on the subject matter a lot of the time. Maybe one day when I get over the parts I hate about it, I can have that comforting feeling. I can't wait fah prom. We have a whole bag of tricks up our.. dresses? for everyone.