My sub-conscious has been freaking out these past two nights.

On Tuesday, I dreamt that Hariz had kicked the bucket and spent most of the time dreaming about wailing and gnashing of teeth. Exhausting stuff.

On Wednesday, Kim Jae-wook, who was somehow the epitomy of all things beautiful and pure, died, probably because he committed suicide (It's a S. Korean celebrity thing)

For some reason this brought about an epic breakdown and next thing I know, I'm kneeling on my parents' bathroom floor and about to blow my brains out with a pistol. And somehow, I miss, lose my index finger instead and collapse facedown. (Logic does not exist in my dreams apparently.)

So while lying there, half-dead half-shocked at being alive, I try and FAIL to kill myself for the second time (and lose another finger) Although how anyone can possibly miss when the gun at at one's temple, I will never know.

After all that really bad aiming, I black out and come to. (For some reason, my fingers are still where they should be.) The Folks don't say anything about the attempted suicide but kept saying things like '(Insert Something vaguely interesting an individual can do) THEREFORE Life is Worth Living'.

Bizarro.

Also...THANK GOD FOR THE INTERNUT