On the seventh, I'm guessing, I just wanted to sleep. Instead, I had to go on a short-notice shopping trip. We live in a very hilly area, with a slanted driveway and two flights of steps. It's hell, especially with my heart and lungs. Actually I did sleep, just long enough to have a nightmare; and again it involved a firetruck crashing. This time I was a firefighter, too; and I arrived on scene to find a firetruck on its side. Two people were attempting to push it back up onto its wheels. Then, because four people couldn't do the trick, I got fired and I was just glad to be done with that job. Never actually had a job; but I'm an incredibly lucid dreamer and I've been playing a lot of Sims 3 Ambitions... Take from that what you will.
Anywho, when we got back from the store, I went to sleep for awhile. Woke up at dinnertime and went to the washroom looking forward to having my nice hot chicken. Came out, and it was all gone! They didn't leave me a single bite; they didn't even refrigerate my portion. How fucked up is that? I paid $220 for groceries and didn't even get a cold meal.
I'm a vindictive person. I'm thinking about drinking all the special, pulpy orange juice and then asking them if they wanted any.
