Last night, downed a few vodka cranberries while watching a so-bad-it's-good reality tv show about tool girls competing for an ever bigger tool guy. Night was difficult - for some reason, lots of weird dreams. Not exactly nightmares, but...heights and planes and mountains. Me climbing a mountain.
And failing because it was too steep and slippery.
Now, this might apply to the current status of my love life. But I would rather think it refers to the paper I am supposed to be working on right now. There is something blocking me from starting, and that something is my fear of heights and climbing a mountain and falling down.
Incidentally, getting up this morning was one of the more difficult accomplishments in the past few weeks.
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