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September 13th, 2001

kyrielle: Middle-aged woman in profile, black and white, looking left, with a scarf around her neck and a white background (Default)
Thursday, September 13th, 2001 07:06 am
Last night was, apparently, the night for the nightmares to finally hit. I wonder if they were triggered by the nation's events, or my own personal spat with a (former, now) friend yesterday?

Regardless, I spent the night dreaming I was trapped in a parking lot if I wanted to stay in my car (which I did, huddled in with the windows steaming up, trying to IM friends from the dashboard computer and never getting any response). And then I knew it was bad: emergency services were trying to respond to lots of fires and other problems, and one of them had committed suicide in her vehicle.

For a little bit my mind decided that I was going to have to go replace this person, and I knew it would mean moving her body. And then it turned into a fleeing dream, as I pulled out and just started driving away (being parked in apparently forgotten).

That's when I woke up.

I don't have nightmares. I almost never have nightmares. Someone hold me?
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Thursday, September 13th, 2001 09:07 pm
Just in case you doubted, since I haven't written my usual mad spate of entries today. I didn't sleep well last night, nor long enough, and I've been sort of out of it today.

I left work a couple hours early. Between lack of sleep and allergies, my face felt like it was stuffed something awful and I couldn't think. This despite having taken my antihistamine as usual in the morning, and taking a decongestant at the time. After an hour, when it still hadn't manifested, I cleared out.

And realized I needed to pick up more antihistamine, which I'd ordered earlier this week. So I went to do that. So I got home almost an hour after I left work.

Proof positive my mind was not functioning well enough: I was way, way too hot and sweating when I got home. It was hot. The car was an oven.

Bright-child Laura forgot to even turn on the vent until she was five miles from home, never mind remembering that the car has, yes, air conditioning, which was one of the factors in deciding to buy it.

Oh, well. The heat didn't kill me or anything, and it was very nice to get home and out of the car after that.... Geesh!

And now, lest I feel tomorrow as I do today, I'm going to bed early.