• Mood: suffering, nobly
• Music: Neverending Manuskript, rah.

Angst.

It's tricky. Last night I had several nightmares in succession (one of them involving making up a musical about budgies, I might add) and this morning I feel desperately insecure, since one of the others was about dennyd - that I'd had a huge argument with him after - really - going to his house and finding a girl behind every door and under his bed and in the bath and hanging out the window and...y'know. And always the same girl. I don't need Joseph to tell me what this meant, but it didn't help.
When it comes down to it there's nothing I can do about this except my general noble suffering act (think Orlando Bloom in...well, think Orlando Bloom. My eyebrows aren't quite as good though.) - but I shouldn't be suffering at all. I know poly isn't about not being jealous but it is at least about being *poly*, and I'm having real trouble with that at the moment.
Ah well. Can't get anywhere with this.

Mum has lost her voice and had to mime half the show last night. Relations here are very tense. Think of me. ~s~

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