I have had the worst two days ever.
The kind where, must be time to die keeps popping into my mind.
I guess not. Maybe.
I am so, so tired.
Dreamed I should stop taking that acid-reduction medicine. Someone in my dream told me it would kill me. Now I definitely don’t want to take it.
Then I dreamed something bizarre about…what? My cat, maybe? I can’t recall. Something small and furry.