A message to myself
Last night, the first night of my 12 weeks off (my last day was yesterday) and I had a dream, for the first time in forever, about something other than work.
I was with all of my friends... the usual suspects. D, B, and Z were there. Z was off playing with Bobbin. D was standing there with one of his circus friends, who had her leg draped casually over his shoulder while B stood nearby fiddling with a camera that wasn't working, muttering under her breath "Come ON. Work, dammit. She's not going to stand like that forever!"
And as I was sitting there, observing all of my friends around me engaged in... uh... interesting... activity and conversation, I picked up a piece of paper and a pencil from the table, and I wrote
WANTED: Life
Ok if gently used; must be clean.
My therapist should have some fun with that, no doubt.
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