magicbeans. nothing if not awkward.

Woke up from a psychologically disturbing dream, I was yelling at Stef, who had turned into a cat and was cowering in the corner of a train station, about how I had forgiven her twice, I could never forgive her again. I felt emotionally and physically beaten up. I was in bed for eight hours last night, but I must not have been really sleeping at all. My neck is tied in knots, and there's a huge bruise on my right knee that I have no recollection of getting.

I didn't go to the Death Cab for Cutie show in Central Park tonight. I never bought tickets, and it had long since sold out, but people say that you can still hear the concerts in the park just fine from outside the venue. I felt kind of lame for not going, the day had been marked on my calendar for months, but it was just so much easier to get on the train and go home, drink a beer or two on my roof, and go to bed early.