Day 486
"I can't do it... I can't do it. Sigh, we'll do it live. WE'LL DO IT LIVE, FUCK IT. I- I'LL WRITE IT AND WE'LL DO IT LIVE!!Fucking thing SUCKS-SS." That's what Juan was saying for about 5 hours, while sliding back and forth, as if pacing. He's really starting to confuse me. I fired all of the shots of the gun into the ceiling in the hope that they would go straight through and I wouldn't have to worry about the urge to kill Kate and Cleo. I can't bring myself to do it, I'm not that kind of guy, these dreams are getting weird though; last night I was a Spanish conquistador overthrowing democracy in Australia, like WTF is that!??! If I'm going to need to kill Kate and Cleo just to get rid of these dreams, but I don't want to murder them, I'm going to have to kill Juan.