worst sleep ever last nite.
i had a mini-dream that i could throw tennis balls majorly fast and hard and far, like that loser kid in rookie of the year and so i was on a tennis court chucking tennis balls for hours.
pretty much the coolest dream yet.
yesterday at the liquor store there was this fat bald guy with a cane who was sweating profusely and the liquor store merchant said, oh is it raining out? and fat sweaty guy says no, i was just rushing here before you guys closed and meanwhile his retarded lady companion is counting out her money as slow as she possibly can and looking at every coin individually and the fat sweaty guy has taken the booze and walked to the other side of the store before the transaction was even finished.
i hate people so much sometimes.
