Plague

I had a dream last night that I was elected queen (yes, elected QUEEN... I blame watching Phantom Menace last night) of someplace or other, and I had a reallyreally pretty dress that I wore, except I forgot to shave my legs, so I was all worried someone would take a picture of my hairy legs. And most of the adults didn't like me, but the kids did, and only they got to vote, so it was cool. It was a good dream.

Today, however... oh dear. Today, I have scalded myself while attempting to wash my hands, given myself a chemical burn while bleaching meat trays at work, wrenched my hip (no, I don't know how I managed THAT one while standing still) AND cut myself with my own fingernail. I fail. x_x

Never again. I don't care if it is Halloween. I don't care if it started with looking up a movie that's coming out this month. I will never stay up past my bedtime reading synopses of horror stories again. Never.

Yes, it sounds stupid, and it probably is, but I'm almost afraid to look behind me go to sleep. I suck.