My subconscious is not my friend. I don't watch Heroes for two nights and both of these nights pass scream-free and without a single incident of Heroes-related-ranting. Yet last night I read some of the Heroes graphic novel Jen bought me for my birthday and I screamed in my sleep.

Who the fuck has tv show nightmares??? How old am I, three???? *disdain*

I like working the day shifts on Thursdays. It's so much more peaceful and I tend to enjoy myself more. Except when I get a crazy customer rambling about scuba gear. Even the other customers were giving him strong wtf? looks. It's akin to going to Egypt and asking for ski gear.

I have eaten so much damn junk food the past three days, I despise myself.

Have started reading Prozac Nation by Elizabeth Wurtzel. So far I am enjoying it, even if I have to keep reminding myself of the positives of life. Not everything is as bleak as it sometimes seems - especially in an autobiography about depression.

I want to lie on my bed and congeal and not have to worry about assignments. Rar.