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Bad bad dreams last night about death, ghosts, empty old houses, tax records and insurance and funeral arrangements and everything that could go wrong in a family. I woke up over and over, and now I just wish I hadn't slept at all. It's cloudy outside, and that unsettles me because it was cloudy in the dream.

Yesterday we learned I can't count. It was fun though, even if I did get my ass kicked at cards.

passive aggressive moment

Because I'm making a conscious effort *not* to be a passive aggressive bitch these days, I have to vent this out quickly. Is it too much fucking trouble to call or email me? My roommate is not my goddamned husband, so it doesn't count to just talk to him. Fucking hell.

okay just breathe and it will be alright

Passive aggressive whiny mode off now. I'm going out to see a movie and go cause trouble. I'll see you later internet.