The alarm goes off. It's an irritating buzzer sound. I roll over and hit snooze. It doesn't go quiet, so I turn it off. Nothing happens; it's still buzzing, and, of course, getting more annoying. I jump up and unplug everything in the 2 outlets on that wall. Still going. What the fuck? I'm starting to get pissed off and very confused. I have auditory sensitivities, but even a normal person would be going crazy at this point. I pick up the clock, and it is certainly unplugged, but still buzzing wildly. I hold it by the end of the cord and swing it over my head. I then smash it into the floor as hard as I can. It bounces back, unscathed. I repeat. Still no damage. So, I swing it with more anger. The cord snaps and the clock goes flying around the corner and down the stairs. My downstairs neighbour yells up to me that it has stopped and I should calm the fuck down. "It's stopped??" I ask, because I can STILL hear it.

"YES!!" Oh...she's really mad at me.

Then I wake up and realize that my buzzing alarm has been going off the whole time, but I had slept through it.

My fish grow and grow. I don't think there's anything wrong with that. That's what fish do. But usually, they grow in proportion to their living quarters. The tank I have (in dreamland) is HUGE. I don't know how big, but it takes up my whole army desk. There's only 5 fish in there, so they can be expected to grow rather large. I'm taking good care of them; too good, maybe. I'm always giving them fresh water with conditioning treatments and I give them lots (but not too much) of good, high quality food. Everything's okay until one morning when I notice my black moor is bigger than my cat, Gertie.

I lose it. I panic like crazy and nag KC. What happened? What are we gonna do? This guy will use up the oxygen the other fish need, or eat their food, or eat them!!

Then I take a closer look inside the tank. There's only 3 fish in there!! He's already eaten a couple. Then, KC reminds me the other 2 are on vacation and everything's okay again.

I see a friend and sit beside him. His face is unclear, but I was very happy to see him. It must've been awhile. "Hi! How are you? It's been so long. It's good to see you." I was very perky; it made my day to see this guy. I could tell something was up. He didn't care at all what I had to say. Maybe he never liked me. Maybe it wrecked his day to see me. I give him a look that asks what's wrong.

"My mother just died."

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Boy, did I feel like a fucking heel when he said that. Why was I so chipper when he was so obviously the opposite? How could I be so insensitive? But it wasn't my fault. I didn't know.

The colour is fading from my hair. I run to the bathroom, hastily. I think there's something wrong with me. A disease of some sort. When it's all over, I'm blonde again. The chemicals are gone. I'm happy to be au naturelle.

I gazed into your eyes.
Deeper than ever before.
I was entranced.
Until this moment, I thought they were blue.
But now I see that they are brown.
Like poo.