I feel boring and greasy this evening. I just tried to take a nap in a steaming hot room; my window was open and I could hear every word my dad was saying while he washed his car. Now I feel sort of bleary-eyed and like I want to take a long, cold shower. Whenever I am hot I think a cold shower sounds really nice, but it never turns out the way I want it to.
Yesterday me and Kelly went to Denver to visit Andrew at the Flatirons mall; traffic there was so horrible that I decided I hate humanity. I hate getting roadraged and grumpy over something as stupid as bad traffic. It's really so easy to hate other people driving their cars--I started wondering about whether or not I piss off other drivers, which I am sure I do. The drive back from Denver, however, was great. I really only think about things when I am driving, or when I am taking a shower.
This morning, I had strange dreams where I lived on a place called Lime Street. It was vague, hazy, and comprised of a series of images that were repeated over and over again. I seemed to strangle in this terrible dream, and I woke up because I couldn't stand it any longer.