"I ordered veggie lo mein, no 'shrooms"

Ok. No more chinese food before bedtime. Last night was the last straw. I haven't had dreams that insane in a long time. I had 3 distinct dreams about some scary shit. It actually reminded me a little of the boatride in the original Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory. Crazy clips of a friend's house flooding with no source of running water, fighting with some guy (I remember calling him a "gutless douchebag,") and mix-ups at an airport. I felt like I was really stoned and I don't even smoke anymore.

I love you Sun Fai, but you're abusing me and I must lay off the teriyaki beef and spicy lo mein for at least 3 hours before bedtime or else I fear I'll have another trippy ride through my own subconscious.

... I'm really bored. I miss doing my hair and makeup and going out once in a while. But then again, it'll never be the way it used to be. I'm used to just sitting at the bar with friends, and talking while we have a few drinks. I have to be in a really special mood to want to go out and be asses-to-elbows with a hundred other people. I got too used to being able to talk to the bartender instead of screaming and getting jostled to pay too much for a drink. Or better yet, get my assets "accidentally" groped as I try to fight my way to the bathroom to pee, to find there's no toilet paper and someone has peed on the walls/floor/toilet seat/mirror/door. No thanks.

I remember what happened one of the last times I went out, a while ago. I must be getting old or something, all I wanted to do all night was to bang some guys' heads together for thinking that a few strings of cheap plastic beads and some bad drink specials were going to get them ass. They'd have a better shot if they showered and wore less Axe (or didn't hit on my friends first.) Not to mention, I felt confused as to why girls seemed to have forgotten to wear clothing. I don't care if they have the body of a genetically blessed 16 year-old, wear more than a band-aid. I'd seen tampon strings longer than their skirts. I'll play that bead game when it's the other way around. Until then it will forever remind me of crowded frat parties, bad punch and stepping in a stranger's vomit on the bus.

Yep. I miss sitting on a barstool at Happy Hour with friends, sharing a bowl of cajun popcorn and chatting with the bartender.