Ok, so I’m late to this party, but I can’t stop rocking Clipse’s “Hell Hath No Fury” album. It’s all I listened to yesterday and today isn’t starting any differently.

I’m stressed this morning; it’s work. Don’t tell Rachael, but I’m almost counting days til she is gone now. That’s what I did last night before falling asleep. And dreamed of what must have been some sort of replay of “The Blob,” but where the slime was flesh colored and absorbed you as it melted you. I was packing and then running, trying to figure out where to go. Somewhere in there, a woodpecker attacked a girl as she ran with her parents. The woodpecker started at her right ear…and then pounded through her head, exiting at her left ear.

Yeah, I had good dreams last night.

What I really hate is when life spirals into work in a way that I don’t feel I am holding onto any of it.

It all works out in the end.

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