friday.

you.

he came late into the party with 2 pomeranians and asked if i could watch them.  these little things were like neon eyeballs or spiders or eggs.  they would puff themselves up and dance these little dances and i ended up losing one.  a dog in the ocean.  my grandfather asks me to gather up all of the chairs from 3 floors below us.  i'm in a messy room repacking a bag.  i listen to a voicemail message from a lady with a lot of money.  she's upset i killed her dog.  she just wants to know what happened.  i struggle to remember.  i think i've been set up.