side-splitting

for the past [insert inordinate amount of days here] ive been going to sleep exhausted. getting fit or whatever. work and work out and work and work out and work out and work out. this theory's all whacked, but im thinking that this is having a hand in the extreme amount of dreams ive been having. i say "theory's all whacked," cause im pretty sure exercise and exhaustion causes you to fall in a deeper sleep
.....whereamigoingwiththiswhereamigoingwiththis...
which means less time for REM? anyway, down below is a local singing talent show mimicking "Idol," which more or less is really screaming "amateur hour at your local mall." and while i cant see it in my head, there are probably 3 judges who favor the number 10 and 9.9, who are wishing they could go into the hundredths to make this a closer race than ever; giving the guy in last-place a slight ego boost for having lost by .08 of a point. wthever. and now i see that this isnt quite idol, but some other game show that wont even pretend that the thoughts of YOU, VIEWERS OUT THERE, actually matter. "What's a popular vote?" everyone loves idol; the only place where, supposedly, their opinion actually matters... cause lord knows more than 50% of the American population didnt vote for our current president....[insert quip about the long-lasting Sanjina here --i would, but i have not and do not follow 'idol'];

anyway,
im walking across the mall when i see an asian with a cell phone. we're walking towards the same destination and im thinking, "id like to get there first;" well, he's thinking the same thing. at almost the exact same moment we quickens our steps to the point where we're running. but not running. but running. swift bodies in motion. we saw it from afar, but then begin to notice a slow-moving round platform that appears to be about 6 feet away from the end of ours. 6 feet before she grabs my hand and tells me to jump. half-way through i realize that it's a little more than 6 feet, and we had a little less than 6 feet to begin with, and this isnt the first time, but expressions like "a little less" and "a little more" mean so much more now that all you have to do is land. he does, and i fall. i slam my hip on the ledge, never making it onto the platform. a girl i knew from highschool and her younger boyfriend run to me, and while i already feel as though i could, i "faint." except, in my head im saying, "this is me; fainting." im probably fine. im probably just laying there with my eyes closed. the only thing faint about me is my breathing. i open the corner of my eye to see if anyone else in the world is concerned and catch the asian with a cell phone still on the platform, idle in his self, but slow-moving.

and all im thinking is, that could be me right there. except i'd be doing it so much better.
i'd probably be dancing.

like,
i like it.