Because It's Better To Be Irrational With Me Than Rational With Someone Else ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I Dislocated My Shoulder Serving Some Crazy Balls... And Apparently I'm an Inefficient Genius "So he came up to me all hopeless. He says then: I love her so much� I've done so much already to show her this� He threw his hands in a dramatic way." Recalls my friend. I giggled� I could completely imagine his hopelessness. --- My sleeping problems, the nightmares and sleep paralysis are getting worse. I can't tell if these are the seizures of some sort, or just major sleep problems. I have meds but I avoid them. Yesterday, I woke up from a nightmare because in the dream I was being choked by a man I couldn't recognize; I woke up unable to breathe, and what do I wake up to? To a man standing over me. He was not real, no doubt, but the fear was there. Sticking to me like the cold sweat I was sweating on my cool pillow. --- Stan is with his family and he misses me. He calls me (we are not phone people; we text, we do not call) and won't let me hang up. I want to make out with him again. Speaking of these things. My boss, taking advantage that now a Doctor, HM hardly shows up in the office, and Stan being away for the week, he bothers me. He flirts with me. Talks to me about stuff that I rather not talk about with my boss. I am LOSING my mind. I need Stan here. We are not good separately. We are only efficient if both of us are present; one missing, and the other cannot work. So Shakespearian. Feel free to vomit. I know I am. 11:56 p.m. - May 10, 2010 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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