Writer's Block

I am suffering.

This is one of the worst diseases you can have in college. It is entirely unhealthy. Right now, I am hoping to break this devil's back by writing it into the ground. Because of a sleepless Sunday night, I fell asleep last night at 8:41 pm. I woke up at 4 am. Yet I had one of the most petrifying dreams ever.


Ahem.


You will need some background first.

BACKGROUND:

Yesterday, I discovered I had a paper due for my English class. Thank you, Lee. For some odd reason or mix up, I thought this paper was due next week. Alas, that is not the case. It needs to be four pages and about different themes in some past plays we've read. The only ways this paper can be turned in late with no points taken off are [1] sickness or [2] a death in the family. As soon as Lee told me about the deadline, my mind jumped to my escape goats. I began to plan an illness that would soon smote me. It was either that or suicide which counts as a death in the family. After my slight panic attack, I realized that I had time and should attempt this paper.

Yesterday, Keosha sent out an email asking for employees to help with the job fair going on in the Great Hall today. I volunteered because I need to start racking up hours. The shift is from 11 am - 3 pm.

DREAM:

I am slowly waking up still exhausted from my sleep. Leisurely reaching over to check the time on my cellphone, I eventually see 1 pm. Oh, the emotions that seeped through my soul. Emotions of terror and fear. That meant I was 2 hours late for work and had 30 minutes before my 3:30 pm English class to write 4 pages of crap!

I had 2 missed calls. A random (919) number and Lee Nettles. First, I call the random number back and I get my fellow co-worker, Joe Youman's voicemail. Next, I return Lee's call and Joe answers! Apparently, Joe's phone was dead so Lee lent him his. [In real life, Lee and Joe do not know each other] I am terribly confused and scrambling to get ready to run to work. I apologize to Joe for being late and tell him I'm on my way. He mentioned something about his broken leg and the rest is blurry.

I am trying to figure out a solution for my paper. The clinic is where I must go in order to get a sick excuse. What is my reason for going to the clinic? Well, I felt like puking at this point, so I figured that would be a decent excuse.

All of a sudden, Lee is in my dorm room. I have no idea how he got here. But he's not Lee. He is, but he isn't. This part is hard to explain because I talked to him like he was Lee, he looked like Lee, but he wasn't Lee. I spazztasticly started to tell him everything that was happening. All he could say was that it wasn't fair because I skipped my Geology class the day before. Maybe it was Lee. Because he would totally have said that. [HAHA] He tells me how Joe borrowed his phone and that I need to get to work because Amanda Tamayo the other person working during my shift was waiting for me to take over because she was leaving early to go to a wedding.

BOOM.

I find myself back in bed. Rested. I look at my phone. It's 4 am.


Oh, the life I lead.