Your boyfriend is having strange dreams–what can one do about that?
This morning I was up at three forty-five because it’s humid and muggy inside the apartment due to people turning on their heat and, being near the top of the building as I am, I’m catching all that crap. It’s also sixty-four degrees outside and it rained last night. Not comfortable at all.
Tonight I have to pack and prepare for my trip back to Indiana tomorrow. Monday is Name Change Day, and I am . . . well, stressed out is a mild way of putting things . . .
Really, I’m close to being a crazed nutcase right this moment. I thought a while back I’d handle this with great aplomb: instead I’m thinking of all the shit that can go wrong. I know I shouldn’t do this, because what the hell am I gonna do if there is something wrong?…
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