It was only a dream, no reason to get upset. But I still am. The fiery redness of my anger is fading slowly to a paler pink. That was one flecked dream no doubt. The sandman knows when to piss me off and how to do it. Not fair.

It's Christmas Eve - I'm supposed to be filled with joy and peace or something. I need to vent - cuss it out, throw stuff around (not recommended because of clean state of living area), cry, sleep (from which I just arose), eat dinner or chocolate. Hmmmm. Idea. Happy endorphins. That I need!!!

*crumples into ball* I do hate being this lonely.

*proceeds to get off the net in case someone calls* Hah right. Wishful thinking Trace.