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Sleeping alone makes me dream like I want to dream. I don’t know if I can remember any of it now, but I remember it was full-length, and plenty absurd, with lots of people and talking and plot. M was there. Cute work dude was there. There was… a game? There was water. But no, I think that was my more recent dream, after I briefly woke up. The one I want to remember was before I woke up that time. … eh, it’s hopeless trying to remember in here.

I need to go get my flu vaccine today before the storm sets in (more than it has). I wonder if Melissa is scared and upset today or if she’s just chilling. I wonder if I can avoid feeling expectations that she may or may not actually have of me, and therefore avoid the resentment that comes with the pressure of those high expectations.