I complain

Last night I was a sad, useless ball of crampy pain. To make it worse, ben had to work late. But he was sweet and took a break from work to buy me dinner so I wouldn't have to cook. I continue to find soup in a bread bowl to be brilliant.

When ben did finally come home, I curled up next to him on the couch and fell asleep. He let me sleep like that until I woke up at 1am. When I asked him why, he told me it was because I had finally stopped moaning.

He then helped me get the electric blanket out of the dryer and assemble it so I could go to sleep in a real bed. I didn't sleep well at all though. And felt just as terrible when I woke up.

I checked my schedule today and I have one morning meeting. My plan is to get everything urgent done today and then go home. And die.

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Last night I had a nightmare that I had gone to dragoncon (not the nightmare part) and kept running into two people that I don't talk to anymore (the nightmare part). They accused me of stalking them and told me they'd call the police if I didn't leave them alone. Lots of stupid drama.

I was really upset because it wasn't my fault they went to a con I also like and they went to panels covering topics I also like. It was just an unfortunate coincidence.

In the dream, the people running the panels took their side and I was kicked out of the room. It was really unfair and I started to cry.