You know how sometimes you are having a nightmare and in the dream you try to scream but no sound will come out? Last night, I didn't have that problem. As danger approached, I started to scream, thinking that no sound would come out, and when it did I just screamed louder and louder, until I woke up. It was horrible -- there was water everywhere, and I couldn't save the babies, and I should have called Joe but I thought I could do it myself, and that meant he wasn't there when I needed protection. Probably the scariest nightmare I've had in a long time. There's a lesson in there about how I don't let people take care of me. I should think about that.
This morning I managed to drag my ass out of bed and go run. Only 2 miles, but I'll take it. Unfortunately, during my run I realized that there's something wrong with the track labelling of the Kanye West cd that I ripped yesterday.