I miss Lester. He was the department computer dude and his cube was right next to mine. We got to be friend and he hooked me up on more than one occasion, without having to go through the channels.
Peep's pretty smart. She's learned that when she and I play, to keep her claws sheathed and her teeth off me.
Weirded-out dreams again. Lessee, I went back to that dreaded place to work, where my SIL is now, and I was still a secretary. I saw D. hovering in the background but we didn't interact. Instead, there were a couple of younger girls who were telling me how the place had changed and filling me in on who was still there and who had left. Then my high school best friend showed up, she worked there. She was hanging around the same crowd as me but she and I didn't speak to each other. Gawd. Oh, and in another part, Eduard was at my front door to drive me somewhere. Ugh.
Am I the only one who dreams about being on the toilet but exposed so others can see? I hate those, they're worse than the naked in public dreams, which I haven't had in years, by the way.
posted by Newpeep, N.D. (neurotic depressive) @ 10:25 AM
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