I had a horrible dream last night. I had a history teacher in eight grade, Mrs. Cowan, who, appropriate to her name, was a serious cow. No passion in her teaching, no love for her students--you could tell she just wanted her summers off. Vacant yet disdainful eyes and a slightly insideous smile. Well, I dreamed she was my biology teacher and something happened where I didn't know something was due and I'd been out a few days and she wouldn't let me turn something in, I dunno. It was a lot more diabolical in the dream. I was very upset and I started screaming at her in the classroom and telling her what I thought about her, and I stopped going to her class. The dream went on and on. I got an F in biology. I was a college student but I was on a junior high campus. Just weird.
Yesterday I went to see a dolly buddy and we yakked all day long. It was a good visit, but at the end I was so exhausted, especially since it's an hour drive each way. I crashed at about nine, which is very early for me, and slept until about eight this morning. Got an appointment with my shrink at ten so I need to hustle.
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