Life is peachy. The tempest of sinus drainage is pratically gone and I'm going fabric shopping for my prom dress ((all I need to do now is go date shopping -_-)).
I had a wonderfully stress-relieving dream last night. I ran around with a flamethrower and killed a bunch of people who have pissed me off in the last week. Violent, yes... do I feel better now? Absolutely!! Everyone else should have dreams like this, then there'd be no need for real weapons.
Suddenly, the room swelled in heat in almost unbearable measures. My father walked through... the Devil? Quite possibly.
