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The fucking rats are racing from one end of the living room to the other over and over again. I hear their claws scrabbling and thumping on the sheet rock over my head. If this goes on much longer, I will stuff my cat up there.

Weird, stressful dreaming about my parents and the divorce, and driving on a highway covered in five feet of grass. I was so afraid my car would smack into something hidden. My mother was living alone in a little place with two bedrooms. I'm all kinds of weird and out of sorts, not to mention being sore as hell from yesterday's workout.