fitness

This morning, I woke up and microwaved my water this morning, in the only glass cup that I have. Put on my blue camo gear for work, and almost ready to go, until I heard a pop in the microwave. 

"Shit, that better not be what I thought."

I looked at the glass, empty with no water in it. And disturbed, I had remembered that I had not put any water in it.  Not that it broke, but it did crack. My atmosphere cracked.

Dreams that came upon me were strange. My Grandma had remarried to a rich young person, he took me out shopping. And in between that, this girl from my work, Tamara who was complaining and talking behind backs came upon me. Which was more about me coming upon her, since I saw her and went. Either way, we scrambled at arguing about trivial conquests and answers, but at some point we lessened. I went back to my house and felt a connection toward the hate and discontent of the girl. She ended up turning into my friend Nadds. Which I inevitably ended up falling in love for. 

Then I woke up, the glass cup happened, and I went to work.

Now I'm tipsy, holding my tongue to everything that has happened.

Why? Because I like you.