Last night I dreamt that somebody loved me. No shit, I did. Weird. I realised the truth when I was trying to say something, and I was trying so hard that I woke up. Later on, I was convinced that I was ten years older than I am, and I was wondering what I'd done with my life, and the answer was nothing! Not that I believe I can't achieve anything after 35, just that I felt awful that I'd wasted ten years.
Sad dreams, bad dreams. Made me realise I ought to get shit done. I've spent this morning looking at job ads, now that I'm not planning holidays, I can actually apply for things.
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