tonight was supposed to be dedicated to Super Fun Esp And Morgan In Chico-ness.
instead, it's going to be Morgan Is Bored And I Hate Life Inebriation-ness.
i had several dreams last night. one consisted of my mom coming home early and she was picking me up at a movie theater and my hair was long and i was sketching because i wanted to clean up before she got back and i knew i wouldn't be able to get it clean and it was all very depressing.
the second distinct dream consisted of me at the movie theater watching some holocaust movie except i was living in the theater hiding from someone.
life sucks.
ok, and AH! i now know why my mom changed the locks. my dad and karen just walked in. there are a number of reasons why this is mortifying: (1) i am in a lace top and underwear. (2) there is still a lot of alcohol in the fridge. (3) there is a gravity bong in the sink. (4) there is a makeshift ashtray in the living room. (5) the house in general is One Huge Mess.
oops.