Even in my dreams she's doing stuff that just pisses me off. I guess I dreamed she was visiting me at my communal living situation where I had about 8 or so of my friends bunking in my place. I suppose I had the idea that she was supposed to be bunking with me, but instead she chose to bed down with Brian Murry, aka Bongo Lips aka Jethro Q. Walrustitty.
I mean, come on, really? Can't I have a nice escapist dream where I get the girl? Do I have to experience the envy and sense of entitled jealousy that plagues my real life? She wasn't really doing anything that violated any relationship codes. As in real life, we didn't have one established. But I guess I figured it was my commune, and if she was going to be visiting, she ought to at least be sharing my bed, not Brian's.
Happy Birthday, me.
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