Large Round Cow, who typically doesn’t get knocked onto the floor when her back is to the chair, fell onto the floor. The Overcow was way out of my hands, so I must have had some nightmare, but I don’t remember it. All I feel is a terrible sore throat, which usually means I’ve dreamed of my father strangling me.
The thought makes me shudder and tremble all by itself, but at least I didn’t wake up from the vivid imagery of it. At some point I did have a work dream (about me failing everybody else because my PTSD was flipping out), and that I remember, which was a bit traumatizing, but I was relieved to wake up and find out it was just a dream. Whereas with the nightmares involving my parents, I wake up not at all relieved because I can’t figure out quickly that it was a dream…
Anyways, Ike and I will be going to work shortly. Work should give some semblance of reality.
My brain has calmed down about the whole birthday is coming thing, because it’s Wednesday and not my birthday. I’m sure it’ll freak out tomorrow or something.
In other news, I’m really loving my new MacBook Pro.