stress dreams and such

Last night as I went to bed I was mourning the loss of a love that wasn’t.

Little Spoon was being SUCH an obnoxious butthead last night (she kept meowing and was in and out of the bed and at some point she kept sniffing my armpit and whiskers tickle, y’all) that I woke up a lot. That, and I kept having AWFUL DREAMS in which that non-love was a real dickhead to me. Pulling all sorts of bullshit and just being mean.

So…thanks, subconscious.

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