I don't like my mornings.

I woke up this morning sideways across the bed. No, I have no idea. I was having one weird dream involving protests and political repression, oh, and a giant dinosaur/lizard thing knocking down buildings in Chicago. No, I really don't know. I do know that I do not fit sideways across the bed, so I was probably woken up by my feet hanging off, and the headache I have from trying to burrow into the wall. Very disorienting. Then my fruit juice? Carbonated itself. This perturbed me enough that I am not going to drink it.

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My jaw has been killing me today. I broke down and swallowed some ibuprofen halfway through the morning. I wish this would not be happening, but it doesn't seem like there is any way to fix it. Other than to be less tense, but we all know that isn't going to happen. Sheesh.

I skidded pretty badly in the rain coming home. Slid across two lanes. Not cool.

Tonight I watched Brick, which seems to be a polarizing film. I fall in the "this is awesome" category. I loved the baroque dialogue, and visually I found it elegant. Definitely enjoyable.