nny | (no subject)

I wish I weren't working today, 'cos I'm in an odd sort of mood somewhere between biting people and bursting into tears. In my dreams there were beautiful cylons and oral sex that no one wanted me involved in, and my earplugs were PLOT POINTS and I woke up with them curled tightly enough into my hand that it hurt when I woke.

I'm making tentative plans for next year, so I'm expecting to get fired any day now. This is based on no reality except that inside my head, but what other reality is there? No matter how much more human I feel, sometimes I miss the fuzzy imagination-lack of the meds.