Whoo, rant time about my stupid subconscious.
I had this dream this morning that I changed career paths to being a public speaker, which is a nightmare in itself for me. I had to talk at some kid’s graduation party (since it was my first gig it had to be awful) about how awesome the kid was, but the parents didn’t tell me anything about him until 20 minutes before the speech was suppose to be made. So basically I fucked that up hardcore and the siblings of the kid started insulting me and throwing stuff at me (they were young, so dream self thought nothing of it.)
The problem is since I’ve woken up I’ve been forcing myself through this surprisingly strong self-loathing funk, inherited from my dream self and her hatred for absolutely bombing the speech, and I’ve gotten to the point where I’m either really nauseous or about ready to break down and cry. I’m not actually sure which. It could be both :T
Either way, this is both incredibly stupid and frustrating.
To sum up, dear brain:

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