KISS MY HEAD

I have some serious need for real people hugs. I had such a nasty nightmare last night that I was seriously considering skipping work and at least one class to stay in bed and sob (I feel some feminine weakness coming on). For a quick overview of my dream—I was married to Geoff (yay!) but I came home one day to see him and another woman packing up our belongings and putting them into storage. Then this other woman moved in with us. Then she kicked me out of my own bed room (I had to sleep in the driveway). The she made my whole damn family love her. Then she made Geoff cut his beautiful long hair. Then she made Geoff love her. Then they moved away to California together and I was alone and everyone missed her and hated me (for reasons still hazy). Okay, so it sounds really clingy and womanly and not all that important after I write it out, but it made me really sad. No, like REALLY SAD. And now I’m all weepy and drinking my second cup of hot chocolate and working on another chocolate dipped chocolate donut and still no one has hugged me or kissed my head.