May 22, 2013

• I have had the worst two days ever.
  The kind where, must be time to die keeps popping into my mind.

  I guess not. Maybe.
  I am so, so tired.

  Dreamed I should stop taking that acid-reduction medicine. Someone in my dream told me it would kill me. Now I definitely don't want to take it.

  Then I dreamed something bizarre about...what? My cat, maybe? I can't recall. Something small and furry.

  Goodbye.

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