I opened the door to let the dog out, saw white stuff everywhere, and I yelled, “Holy shit!” Good thing I have a snow shovel. I’m going to freeze my little (expression) white ass off.

I figured out the deal with my parents. Not as bad as I suspected (yes, of course, it never is), but it’s still pretty fucked up. I’m about to call my mom to see if she’s still singing in the choir thing.

I had a crazy dream last night, featuring all of my HS friends. We were going to some camp thing. I forgot my tennis shoes, so Carrie drove me back home. We ended up at my high school. I walked down to my old locker, and then I realized, “Carrie, we don’t go to school here anymore. My shoes are at home.” Well, Nick from CSI was in our HS office. He was apparently the school psychologist. We talked to him and said where we needed to go and he beamed us there. I was like “shit, I needed to go home first.” Somehow we end up in this place. We were just talking when all the sudden we realized that Carrie’s bag of ice was actually a bag of icy mint Vicodins. I thought, “damn, no wonder she’s always so chilled.” I went chasing after her and caught her. She was screaming, “I’m happy this way…let me go on” and all the while, I debated whether this version of happy was better than no happy at all.

I was back on the farm for the second part of the dream, thinking about all the careers I always dreamed of having. I used to want to be a pig judge and raise prize pigs. I was telling a neighbor & my dad about it, but I was like, “I couldn’t handle the whole shots & neutering part.” I said I’d choose to raise Hamphires if I had my choice, though. I ended up in a pen with a bunch of piglets. They had short cute noses. Apparently, some had sold but I was playing with them (like a dog). Then, I stuck my hand in a puddle of pee. The dogs were there, too, and my sister’s dog was dyed fuchsia. It was horrid, absolutely horrid. Everyone was talking about the dog’s cute little nose, too.