I HATE having stupid, scary dreams.
I dreamed of floods and fires and disappearing homes and cars and ugh. At least it was a dream, but still.
I also dreamed that Tyler got so overstimulated and frustrated by the amount of people bothering him that he puked all over the floor. Gross.
I HATE HAVING BAD DREAMS.
Now I’m cranky. Not even sure I want to bother with church. Meh, I’ll probably go and listen to the message, but I have no interest in hearing the singing/worship music. Hmm. Maybe I’ll go now, avoid the parking mess, and journal in the cafe or the Connection Center.
I’m still going to avoid the music though.
At least there is shopping with Kelle Belle (itskels) to look forward to! Although I have to control myself today. I’ve been shopping too much (AGAIN) and I need to just STOP.
Even though it makes me so happy.
Okay, be back later.