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It was like Dwight from The Office was doing a commentary in my head. Well, or someone equally disturbed. It was like I was watching through a camera with this very, very crazy guy talking about work.
The only part I remember is watching him and three of his co-workers trotting across the parking lot of like Food Lion, with the commentary of, "I don't think I'm fat. I think that the bulge in my belly is a sirloin steak, and that if a velocer-raptor (sorry, can't spell, and didn't have a dinosaur phase) attacks me, it'll rip of the sirloin steak and eat it while I run away. Or maybe it'll just eat my co-workers." *sounds wistful* "Every day we go through this parking lot, and no one ever gets eaten by a dinosaur."
...Um. Maybe I don't want to try and go back to sleep, even though I've only gotten five hours of sleep and feel about to puke.
*crawls into bed anyway*
The only part I remember is watching him and three of his co-workers trotting across the parking lot of like Food Lion, with the commentary of, "I don't think I'm fat. I think that the bulge in my belly is a sirloin steak, and that if a velocer-raptor (sorry, can't spell, and didn't have a dinosaur phase) attacks me, it'll rip of the sirloin steak and eat it while I run away. Or maybe it'll just eat my co-workers." *sounds wistful* "Every day we go through this parking lot, and no one ever gets eaten by a dinosaur."
...Um. Maybe I don't want to try and go back to sleep, even though I've only gotten five hours of sleep and feel about to puke.
*crawls into bed anyway*
