I had the worst nightmare this morning: one of those where you don't know you're dreaming until you wake up with a jolt. Fighting with someone I used to know, a real stomach-turning, snotty, screaming, crying fight. I even got pushed down on the ground. It's going to be in my head all day, I can feel it.

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Now that it's dusk, looking back on my morning (mourning, ha ha, get it?) self:

Three good things from my nightmare:
1. Post-nightmare consoling. There was hair petting.
2. I was reminded of the Weezer B-Side "Knock-down drag-out" and sang it in my head all today.
3. Plus, gotta cherish any chance at catharsis and extreme emotions, however they come, because it's rare. Apprec it.

Today was.... well. Tight. There were like twenty opportunities for everything to go badly, and at every turning point, everything came up with my name on it.

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Nice moments: running errands with Jess, it starts to pour. Texas rain, where you can't see anything two feet ahead of you. Looking at the people walking down the street from inside the car. They were resigned to the fact that there was no way to avoid being completely soaked, walking their normal pace to wherever they were going, t-shirts transparent and sticking to their skin. Walking home only a few hours later everything was dry and I had to put my hand up to shield my face from the sun.

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Hey guys, life rules. AM I RITE?!?!?
I'm rite.