for the first time during my shut-in i got my ass out of bed to watch Dawson’s Creek. it’s on at the ungodly hour of eight. since i’ve been working at home this week, getting out of bed before 8:58 (i have to be to ‘work’ by nine) has become a serious chore.

but today i was shaken from slumber by a bad bad dream. in the dream i was sitting at the table in my writing class and the vodo was asking me to read from my story.

“start reading at the cowboy cocks line,” he said.
“the what?” i asked.
“the line that says ‘i have a weakness for cowboy cocks.'”

i grabbed my story and searched wildly for that line that was not in my story. as i was turning the pages i realized that somehow some of my classmates’ writing exercises got stuck in the middle of my story. i was trying to explain what was going on but, i couldn’t talk. i couldn’t even swallow and the vodo was pretty adamant that i read that stupid cowboy cocks line.

i was getting so worked up in the dream that i just woke up. now i’m really dreading reading in class tonight.