So I'm in a bad way, ya'll. I had a seizure, and I think it was from pure stress because there is nothing but stress going on in my life right now. It started yesterday. I woke up from this horrible dream where I had fed my best friend's disabled daughter to a giant Guinea pig. I didn't do it on purpose. I was just in my apartment, and there was this cage with a Guinea pig in it, but it was in bad shape (the pig, not the cage. The cage was very nice). And I looked at it and thought, oh great, Hilary, another thing you have failed to take care of and thus destroyed. And then I looked closer, and there was Maddie, and the Guinea pig was eating her. And I was horrified. Then I woke up and freaked out and called Shae so I could tell her to make sure Maddie was all right, but the phone just rang and rang and rang. And then I really woke up. I'm constantly having dreams within dreams. I'm like Inception that way.
So I spent the day crying and coughing because I had this horrible dream and one of my friends is mad at me and I couldn't figure out how I managed to fuck things up so royally. So I decided to go visit Shae, but I got stuck at a bus stop because the horrible bus system here decided that people don't need to ride the bus after seven PM. So I called Shae, but I got confused about what street I was on, and she had to drive all around town looking for me. Then she helped her roommate move in while I hung out with Maddie until way late because I was feeling major guilt about my dream the night before.
My subconscious sucks.