March 23rd, 2003

(I've tried patience)

What a night.

Every time I went to sleep I had a nightmare - really really bizarre ones, involving Homer Simpson and sugar-addicted cockatiels and mice - yes, I'm serious. (Only my subconscious could do that. Really.) Or maybe you'd prefer one about a school play based on Harry Potter that went grotesquely wrong? No, I thought not. ~shakes head~

And then every time I woke up, I started crying. Bloody March. I wish it would hurry up and be April already; everything went horribly wrong last April, and this one just couldn't be worse and have worse consequences than the last one.

Unfortunately, explaining what else is wrong could only make things worse and give some people further things to accuse me of, so I can't. But if you don't know what it's about, then you're not involved.

~sigh~ I miss kitty_goth.

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