*offers a bottle of miracles* =(

So last night, I ate some NyQuil to help me sleep. I was disoriented but not sleepy. I was sitting in bed with Alex, watching cartoons, and he mentions I look sad. He tickles me, in what I'd assume was an attempt to cheer me up,I dip down and away and he follows, still tickling me. We're giggling, carrying on, the dog is jumping around yapping excitedly...

...And then I punched him in the eye.

Then this morning, I prodded at him. He jabbed at my side, so I shoved him. He pushed me against me sink so I turned on the water and soaked him with the hose attachment to clean the dishes. He's in the middle of calling me a evil bitch and he slips on the water and lands hard, dragging me with him.

I'm soaked, Richi comes out of the shower.
Doesn't seem to notice the water til the second time he trods through it.
Richi: "Hey, guys? Whats this water from?"
Alex: "I guess we have a leak"
Me: "From hell"
Richi: "Why is hell leaking in our kitchen?"
Alex: "I wonder if there's a good kind of leak..."

I had a dream about Race Riots and Catastrophic events.
I couldn't hate enough to stay safe.
And you wanna know something? Between Angry scared blacks and whites, The white people scare me more.
No one was safe, I almost died a couple of times.
I got over to what the whites were referring to as the black side, and I almost had a six by two nail hammered into my head.

I don't think I'm gonna drink NyQuil before bed anymore...