Nothing has really changed since I wrote last. I worked last night and I'm back in early today. So, just work and cold. I couldn't sleep last night, I don't know why. I just kept thinking and thinking about stuff. Nothing in general. Well, about nihilists (Nihilists! Fu** me. I mean, say what you like about the tenets of National Socialism, Dude, at least it's an ethos.) and christanity, if a tree falls in the woods and it's implications to the residents, and tomotoes.
The tomato thing was from a dream I had between wakeful moments of last night. I don't know exactly what brought it about but I was with my mom's side of the family and we were packing and trying to leave for the airport (a common reoccuring dream of mine) and in the fireplace at my grandpa's house (he doesn't actually have a fireplace) a machine appeared and allowed me to make demonically infused tomatoes (kind of like Return of the Killer Tomatoes). I ended up making as nice as possible of a demonic tomato that I could, it had options you could tweak to custom make your demonic tomato. But still it was a demonic tomato and it ended up becoming tomato gloves which are incredibly ineffective at doing much of anything with. They were like giant squishy boxing gloves. So, I guess I won but after I went other people used the machine to make more evil tomatoes. Maybe the tomatoes were Nihilists, they don't believe in anything. Hmm...that must be exhausting. (Sorry for all of the big lebowski quotes...). Maybe I just know deep down that I'm not a very nice person, but I'm also not a very good mean person. I just get defective tomato gloves due to my wishy washy-ness. How sad, I hear my tomato gloves tell me...how sad she can't commit to being one way or another. Poor, misguided soul. It's a good thing the world is gonna end on May 21st this year, she won't have to suffer her own stupidity and wishywashy-ness for too much longer. Man, those tomato gloves are mean! They didn't have to say that part out loud.
I'm excited and nervous at the same time for the marathon. I don't know how well I'll deal with leaving Asher overnight someplace, it'll be his first time sleeping someplace that isn't home. I hope he doesn't think we abandoned him. I don't wan to give him issues...
Anyway, that's enough of that rambling.