What the hell is it with some women? Just when I finally get the evil BITCH QUEEN out of my life finally, she starts popping into my dreams. I don't dream like most people, I have very lucid dreams and sometimes I wonder what is a dream and what is reality. Maybe reality is someone's fucked up dream of a fantasy. Maybe reality is the mass delusion of humanity's collective sub-conscience. Hell, I don't know what I'm talking about, but it feels good to blow off some steam every now and then. This is what I get for reading Ulyesses from Joyce, him and his damn train-of-thought style. SOmetimes I feel like my train has been de-railed and everyone on board was killed.