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I'm now home, feeling a bit of a NoFX deprivation, randomly. I had strange dark dreams of twisted streets and street lights...in this city that I've been in for weeks in my dreams. I can't seem to find my way out. The buildings are like old bars, with smoke-stained green paint peeling off their outsides. I never go in them, but I always find my way to the subway. Everyone I know is everywhere, but I don't know them. And everything spins and revolves around nothing, like there should be a gravitational center, but there isn't. And it's dark, but the dark with street lights and smoke. I'm not sure where that whole thing is going, but I wish these dreams would find a point in themselves. I wake up with headaches. And! the funniest thing happened. I signed on AOL, and the big news on the welcome screen was as follows: Bush nominated for peace prize. WHAT THE HELL? IN GOD'S DESECRATED NAME! BUSH FOR A PEACE PRIZE?!?! I have this feeling that world domniation isn't that far down on his list now. Anyway, on with this day. It's only 2:26. I've already been hit by the human condition, too. Blast. I thought I could evade it until at least 6:00. Oh well. I feel disheartened, but I'm not sure why. Almost like crying. >.<