Asleep with a Knife

What a way to start off my morning. As if last week weren't bad enough. I lost the Honda, then the FTO died (but is now fixed at the cost of $700), we found a BMW but it was already sold, we figured that we could afford the Neon, and the day we freaking call it's sold too, Matt spilled a whole glass of red wine on our carpet & down the wall last night. Can't this week just be good? I'm already trapped in the house having to force myself to deal with my school bullshit. But I had to have this dream. I was driving a black Mustang, the same style as the one my parents were supposed to give me. I had Lorelei, of all people, in the car with me & we were going down highway 95. I was trying to get over into the left lane because the one we were in was becoming a turn lane and these two semi trucks were being assholes to me. One wouldn't let me over and the other was totally on my ass. Finally I thought I could get over but the semi in that lane sped up and I ended up merging into his wheel. We got away fine and came back to the scene in my old black truck. Apparently this whole thing caused a multi-car pileup and for some reason or another Matt was there in uniform with about five other guys as if he were investigating it. Lorelei was going to go tattle on me so I called him over before she could get to him. He hopped into my truck and flung down the bag from Prison Break with that five million dollars in it. Then he told me not to worry even though it wasn't five million anymore it was still a lot and we were going to be just fine. Then some lady came up to the truck and started harassing me because I'd caused the accident which attracted the attention of some investigator who noticed my truck had a big wheel shaped dent in it and proceeded to blame the whole incident on me. I was following her around defending myself all the while random people were walking up to me and bitching about the money I owed them for destroying their vehicles. The last thing I remember was standing in a mall wishing I was back in England! Ha! But it's not even funny. It's stressful and it wasn't the thing I wanted in my head right when I woke up. To be honest I'm not even sure what I was going to do today. It's all work. The dishes from last night's dinner, make the bed, all the laundry, probably fill out paperwork for the insurance company and paperwork for my class and the financial aid they should have sent me in fucking September.

God help me find some peace in all this.