i've been having whacked out dreams that are very real. the kind of things that become part of your memories and eventually you have to question them. conversations with doc and other people that i haven't spoken to in years. things on tv. i can't remember any of them right now, but they're weird.
i lost my scooter privileges before i even got to use them. i should have said "no takesy backsies" but i didn't. i was scared to play with the scooter without supervision, and i won't try to take it out before i play with it and get used to its controls.
i'm on my fourth cup of coffee and i do believe i'm going to throw up. i'll go do that now. too much coffee. eww.