a house full of condiments and no food;

It's half past one, my head's fucking killing me and my house is crawling with people. I don't even know who lives here, who practically lives here and who's just visiting. I'm not actually kidding.

My mom just dreamed that Nick got stabbed, what the hell?

... Ahahaha, the DVD menu for Fight Club says I AM JACK'S MOVIE. Cute.

Edit: Headache complaint earlier seems like it might have been hyperbole or something, I don't remember, but now, now it's totally true, I mean, seriously, ow.