Oooooooow I hate you, body.
May. 10th, 2006 10:53 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
tammaiyaWaaaah stomach ache. D: Today kind of fails. In that way that suggests a day that starts bad really will continue to be so, I woke up dead tired after a bad dream.
Hang on, detour on this point to explain. I ended up in the control of this guy-- I don't remember how; logic suggests abduction because I wasn't in a particularly close relationship with him in any way, but in the dream I was thinking in terms of "domestic abuse" which on the other hand suggests I was originally there voluntarily-- who turned out to be kind of violent and psycho and wouldn't let me leave. There was more detail and stuff happening, but to condense I recall something about him being mafia and at one point he got someone to break my toes. Also my phone died. So it was really hard to escape and get home. I managed to do it, and dad was at home, and Jen came over to see me and was like "where've you been? you were gone for ages!" I hadn't had a chance to explain what had happened yet or say my toes were broken. Anyway, when I woke up dream!me was still afraid of being found again and still had broken toes, and I was kind of subconsciously ginger with my foot for a while after getting out of bed.
On reflection, I don't think wassname had enough class to be mafia. Anyway. Tristan, who got an even more condensed version, found it odd that my dreams are so linear and detailed. But my dreams are always like that.
So was tired and short attention spanned all day at uni, which is never good. There was the wallet-forgetting incident, then my blood sugar shot up to 15.1 after lunch and made my eyes sore and me even more tired. When I got home spent quite a while typing up a legal letter for mum and then later in the evening, typing up the edits she made to her phrasing etc. Did some reading on property offences, which was boring and long and even more frustrating because most of it isn't even the right jurisdiction. Ended up giving up in disgust. I'll do it later. Maybe.
And now I have a stomache ache and am recovering from a hypo. From 15.1 down to 3.6; oh joy. *curls up in ball*
PS: Sorry for the grumpy entry, I just wanted to vent.
Hang on, detour on this point to explain. I ended up in the control of this guy-- I don't remember how; logic suggests abduction because I wasn't in a particularly close relationship with him in any way, but in the dream I was thinking in terms of "domestic abuse" which on the other hand suggests I was originally there voluntarily-- who turned out to be kind of violent and psycho and wouldn't let me leave. There was more detail and stuff happening, but to condense I recall something about him being mafia and at one point he got someone to break my toes. Also my phone died. So it was really hard to escape and get home. I managed to do it, and dad was at home, and Jen came over to see me and was like "where've you been? you were gone for ages!" I hadn't had a chance to explain what had happened yet or say my toes were broken. Anyway, when I woke up dream!me was still afraid of being found again and still had broken toes, and I was kind of subconsciously ginger with my foot for a while after getting out of bed.
On reflection, I don't think wassname had enough class to be mafia. Anyway. Tristan, who got an even more condensed version, found it odd that my dreams are so linear and detailed. But my dreams are always like that.
So was tired and short attention spanned all day at uni, which is never good. There was the wallet-forgetting incident, then my blood sugar shot up to 15.1 after lunch and made my eyes sore and me even more tired. When I got home spent quite a while typing up a legal letter for mum and then later in the evening, typing up the edits she made to her phrasing etc. Did some reading on property offences, which was boring and long and even more frustrating because most of it isn't even the right jurisdiction. Ended up giving up in disgust. I'll do it later. Maybe.
And now I have a stomache ache and am recovering from a hypo. From 15.1 down to 3.6; oh joy. *curls up in ball*
PS: Sorry for the grumpy entry, I just wanted to vent.
