Ride the apocalypse!

I ended up sitting on a curb bawling and dry heaving at 5 in the morning. Then I disappeared like an inconsiderate asshole. Disconnect + recklessness = some motherfuckin' fun times.

I came home and went to sleep several hours later. I had a dream. Giant meteors were raining down. Before they hit the ground they would explode in giant showers of bright yellow-orange lava. I can still hear the sound. It was fucking loud. I was in my car and the explosions caused a giant tidal wave. It lifted my car up and everyone I was with died. The wave left me planted on the top of a skyscraper which was also a mountain. I woke up and decided that an hour was long enough to sleep. I never want to again.

Goddamn my symbolic dreams.