The shit that remains (and I'm tired of the stink)...

An excerpt from an email I sent to New Guy on Wednesday...

Do you remember I told you a little bit about the nightmare that woke me up too early yesterday causing me to have to survive on about five hours of shitty sleep? Remember I told you it was a man and a little girl and I startled awake when he said something to her? I couldn't tell you what he said yesterday, but I can tell you now. He said, "Do you want to sit on it?" You know what is really unfair about dreams? They catch me when I'm asleep, don't know what's going on and can't defend myself. Of course my waking answer would be, "No, I don't want to sit on it, you scuzzy fuckwad. I want to chop it off with a butcher knife and then stomp on it when it falls on the ground." (This nightmare is a perfect example of the recurring dream theme of the perverted penis. I've even joked about my waking responses on my blog wherein I have a little fun with some very sharp cutlery and serve up a mean Dream Schlong Sushi. Yes, it is an actual menu item in my sickest revenge fantasy. It still doesn't help me when I'm sleeping.)

Bloggies, I also have a kid's birthday party coming up on Friday for my littlest. This is triggering for reasons I don't feel like going into right now, but I'm hoping to get through it in a way that doesn't crash my recent (vastly non-dissociative) improvements.