Monday, February 23, 2004

Horrible, horrible nightmare this morning has me up since about 4:30. It wasn't like the usual action-adventure ones that jolt me out of bed, out of breath and paranoid as all getout. Haven't had one of those in a long time. This was something else. Still images flashing on like a slideshow in my brain, getting progressively weirder, more horrific, until I said to myself - you don't have to look at this, Bev. Just get up. So, here I sit, shivering in my cold sweat, clutching a ball of yarn and some needles. The cats won't have anything to do with me and I'm counting the days till the roommate gets back. I don't want to go running until it gets a little light out. Good Lord, work is going to be awful today.

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