hiddenmuse | I wake up scared

Last night was not a good night for me. It was all about nightmares.

Then again, hearing on the BBC about the Swedish politician that was stabbed (and later died) every time I woke up didn't help the nightmares much. I couldn't take my sleeping pills because I was afraid to mix them with the codeine in my cough syrup.

I had nightmares that my mom was calling me to tell me that my stepdad had passed away. Now, I'm sitting here at work, almost paralyzed with fear when I see the voicemail light blinking on my phone, afraid that the message on the phone could be my nightmare coming true.

Now, I just want to crawl under my desk and cry. Or just go home and go to bed, sleep until it's time to get ready for the Non Prophets show, then put on my game face until the show's over and risk completely losing it when the Guy asks how I'm doing.

Oh yeah, I'm feeling okay physically. My voice is less Harvey Fierstein, more Girl 6 ... but whatever I've got seems to want to take up residence in my sinuses, as my face is hurting. :( So, if anyone would be willing to jack-boot me in the head, I'd appreciate it.