zombie need sleep

i'm tired. i stayed up too late playing a stupid computer game and then reading a dirty book. and when my alrm went off this morning it was in the middle of a dream about writing. someone i used to go to high school with told my mom i wasn't a writer anymore and my mom was really really mad at me for not telling her and i had to prove to her that i was still a writer by reading this really good story. and it was really good, i could tell, my dream me was surprised i'd written it. but my stupid rooster alarm went off before i could see my mom's reaction and then after i hit the snooze button i couldn't get back into the dream.

whenever the bad men are trying to shoot me in the grocery store parking lot i can always get back in the dream, but when i am about to unlock the secret to good fiction, no such luck. bastard dreams.

i found out today that one of my coworkers applied for my job and didn't get it. and i can see why she didn't get it but i feel bad and sort of awward about it at the moment. it'll pass.
i don't think she cares that much as she's trying to move into a totally different department anyhow. but it must have been frustrating for her, and i know it's not my fault exactly, but i feel kind of weird about it right this second, because i like her, and she's been a huge help to me here, and she mostly gets my name right.

but enough work talk. i'm tired and i want to have the end of my dream. and tonight i have stupid houseworkk crap to do. dishes, a little bit of laundry, ironing clothes, and i need to actually write, so that no one from high school tells my mom that i'm not a writer anymore.