My desk is sticky

I'm just sitting here...Awakened as I was having a wonderful deep slumber. It was a dream of me in a new apartment far far away from everything I know now. It's fully furnished with great pieces from Ikea and Target. I have no responsibilities because I work for myself and the money I get in, is just another plus to me working at my dream job. I have a sexy boyfriend named Juan and he's rich also, but we don't care about that because he's on the cover of every  Photographer magazine from here to Africa. (why Africa..I don't know) But something isn't right. Because I have my camera in my hands...And I try to take a picture, but the camera is broken. I feel like shit and I start crying. That's where I wake up. I layed in bed for as long as I could until I remember that today was payday and that I really really want to go shopping. Maybe shopping will even my hormones out. I feel sooo off. I can't describe it. Up is down and down isn't up either, it's over there and over there? It's behind me. And if your understanding any of this...You are probably more coherent than I am at this nice 2:46 am time. People out front are screaming. It's rather frightening if your new to the neighborhood ( which I'm not). It's a blood curlduling scream that as of now is yelling " Nooooooo". This in my area is nothing new. For some reason there is always some sort of activity going on out there. No I don't live in the ghetto. Down the street are actually the really expensive gated communities. So why are people acting crazy out there? I donno. Maybe it's this town. It's enough to make me want to run through the streets screaming "No".