HFCS: effika’s blog

Well, sorta. I had a very, very bad dream. The kind that doesn’t leave you. The kind that makes you unable to eat the lunch you just bought from Wendy’s. The kind that has you shaking all day. I dreamed that Sean had died, but I didn’t know, as his family had no way of getting ahold of me. I kept sending him e-mails, and occaisonally would call, but he’d never reply or answer his phone. After a month had passed I drove up to see him, and his family told me that he’d been dead for some time. I felt aweful, b/c things had never been resolved between us and now we wouldn’t have the chance. I started crying in the dream, and when I woke up I was tangled up crying into my sheets. I left him a message about it, but I couldn’t get the dream off my mind. When I got to work I sat down and e-mailed him about it. When he got home from class he sent me an e-mail letting me know he was still alive.

After work I ate a waffle from Crossroads. That’s the most I’ve had to eat in a while. It’s just been such a hassle to eat lately, b/c everything makes my stomache upset. Hopefully things will return to normal soon and I can eat w/o feeling ill again.

PS– Posted about the car stuff. Things may still be spotty, post-wise, for a bit.

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