...not in a good way.
For the first real time, I am applying for a job.
(ick)
My subconscious makes me do funny things. And by funny, I mean not funny at all.
I am finding it harder to speak without making funny little flubs and mix-ups. And by funny, I mean actually funny.
We had amazing sex last (every) night. Why can't that be my job?
I want all the records in the world.
I feel ill-equipped.
I feel happy.
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