  Dreamt an ending to a story I have not written; about topics I never really thought I would ever write about; a serial killer. I'm not going to write the ending here in case it becomes one of those ideas that ferments in my consciousness until I have to write it down.
It could be that around the time of dreaming, I was watching too much Law and Order. Rent's still a sketchy thing; nothing short of a miracle will let us pay it on time. It will get paid, I have no doubt, but not on time. I suppose that doesn't really matter, as long as it does, in fact, get paid, but the sliding by on things is starting to get to me. I know I should not have allowed myself to get fired from The Dish Selling; at the same time I know I would have killed myself before the month was up had I stayed on.
All the lying, the driving, the stupid people, the lice, the complaints, I know it wasn't worth it. But, it was decent pay, and that's something we need. I am also feeling a general doubt as to whether I can be a good, happy worker person. I was feeling all right about being a nanny, but it's the little things that get a person, right? I screwed up the molasses cookies last time I was over. They tasted pretty zarking foul. Not a big deal, so why does it feel like a big deal?
Does my brain really need to create drama? And the Dad guy..why do I want to poke his beady little eyes out? I've got no concrete reason, other than he thinks animals are useless, and that he makes strikingly idiotic observations, whilst taking the 'I've seen it all stance'. He can't be completely bad guy; the kids love him, and so does the Mommy woman, but everytime I so much as see the guy, my hair hurts, my teeth itch, and pimples start exploding over my face. I feel like I'm waiting for something. 
