I got a parking ticket today. It said that I didn't have the proper decal. I had both my university parking permit and my disabled parking permit clearly displayed, so I have no idea what they were talking about.
Spike ,'Sleeper'
Spike's Bitches 49: As usual, I'm here to help you, and I... are you naked under there?
Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
It was a lovely cool, rainy night for sleeping. And what should happen is I dream I'm sitting across from my beloved over dinner, and he's saying he's coming home, big misunderstanding, everything will go back to normal, moving on now. It's been years since my subconscious has done this to me. I haven't even been particularly stressed. I think it would be less upsetting if my dreamself believed it and I'd wake up and realize the truth. Trying to explain things to a confused dream husband is horrible.
I'm sorry, Connie. Those dreams should be nice friendly visits, not uncomfortable and confusing. Not cool dream brain!
Fucking fuck. I kept on going in a Facebook discussion that I shouldn't, and now a major panic attack just hit. I'm crying and shaking. This timeline sucks.
Oh, no, Hil! I'm so sorry. I don't have anything helpful to offer, but have all my sympathy.
I'm sorry, Hil. I hope you are able to step away and don't look back. Also, see my tag. I often need to reread it.
The guy mocked me for being triggered, and told me "You are not well," and then my friend deleted the post. (This was after he had several comments about how he's the type of man that any one of his female friends or relatives would come to if they were assaulted.)
I'm breathing better now and I stopped shaking. Thanks.
Ugh, that sounds awful.
Sort of calm now. Really not looking forward to teaching at 8 AM tomorrow, though. I'm not going to be getting much sleep tonight, and I haven't gotten much sleep in a while.