"I Bring You Flowers and a Twenty-Two with Shells..."

I have been having the Telemakos nightmares again. This is the third or forth time, and it is not okay, dammit. I hate my subconscious, which has somehow figured out that making me a crippled Ethiopian child with post-traumatic stress disorder and then having me star in horrible or unsettling situations will INDEED make me wake up crying and unable to focus.

This time it was something with crafting things, and having them be broken. And also spying was involved, naturally. And it was not good.

Also I have a headache, because I forgot to eat to-day. I've eaten now, but ugh. And I bit off all my nails again, and I cannot get the bleach off my hands and they're all crackly and texturally weird and it's driving me insane and I think I need to go to bed, frankly, especially since I have work to-morrow as well.

(breathe, soujin)