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Up, up, up...all those stairs; flight after winding, crooked, peeling blue-painted flight..and into my conscious mind. Pulling sputtering, protesting Reality up along with me by one pale and twisting wrist, as I stomp out into the sun.

'When were you going to tell me this? Huh?', I demand, to no answer, 'In two days? When it's too late?'

Damned dreams. Guess we'll see what happens in two days, no?

(no subject)

Leave me in my alleyways,
walkin' my endless maze;
my damp and shadowy basements, and
lah-BOR-a-tories - to play..

As you sail away, again,
on private, restless seas -
if you deign return, once more,
..you'll know just where to find me..

*~*~*

In other news, I'm taking, 'Farenheit 9/11' and the first season of, 'The Awful Truth' in to work for a savvy resident.

It's gonna be a long-assed night, again, as we only had five CNAs on, to begin with, and odds are that two of them will call out. Again.

Not sure how much longer I can keep this shit up.