Some days you wake up and it's the middle of the night. Tornadoes. That's what my dream was about. Everyone was trying to take shelter cowering in fear. I wanted to see it. They all yelled, “Are you crazy?! You'll get yourself killed!” all I could think was, “So?” I used to be angsty about feeling alone in large groups. Now I'm angsty about feeling alone because no one is around... I think it's a lateral move. How bad would it be to call up my alcoholic friend to go drinking before her AA meeting... yeah that's what I thought. I'm bored with being “good”. “Tomorrow... we'll get it all done tomorrow,” she says. Meanwhile she hopes the wold will end tonight. The worst thing about playing a part is suspecting that everyone else is acting like they don't know.