April 23rd, 2003

scotto monkeypulse

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Argh. Eckerd drugs fubared again. I'm done with them.

2 hours of waiting, then they tell me it's $40 rather than the expected $25 (which should have only been $10) I go to the doctor on Thursday, so I'll get her to call the place up then, and iron it out.

I was going to rant about it, but I've not got the wind.
scotto monkeypulse

dream notebook transcription, clean up

Had a very vivid dream that I was a kid of about 12 years old, and some guy was orchestrating some sort of day care or group project with more children at my old house on Longmeadow circle. The guy in charge was going to make us all go on some sort of week long trip into the woods, and had planned to give us drugs for each day... ones that we weren't supposed to tell our parents about. (I have no idea where my parents were). I took it upon myself to assume that it was a bad idea to do so, and hid my pills in a Ziploc baggie under my pillow... while doing that, I glanced, saw Newton outside, and panicked. I dove through the sliding glass door, scooped him up, and went into the other room to complain to the authority figure about letting the cat out... he went on to yell at the group of kids there about it, but I wasn't satisfied, because he was in the Florida room with the door wide open, and I thought that he was responsible for Newt almost being lost. My temper flared very high and I began yelling at the guy, slamming the flat of my hand against the counter...I was just getting into it when my brother knocked on my door and woke me up.