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I got what I hope is a better job than my current one. It's got better hours, by which I mean still only around 20 a week, but not all crammed into 2 days. I've found that hours spread in the week is much less dread-inducing than a big cluster.

I work 40 hours a week but it's sorta split. Two off, one on, one off, three on, repeat.

Tfw the depression is fading away and the mania begins

Quote from: Hanslanda on April 10, 2019, 06:38:20 pm

I'm depressed. I'm depressed badly enough that I can't even talk about it to my wife. Also I've been having bloody noses and psychotically awful nightmares every night.

Dream thread?

Edit: I am bad at reading.

Yeah I put it in the dream thread.

For someone with allergies, I'm allergy free this year. Maybe I burned out those receptors with drugs?

I had a multistage nightmare.

First I was sorta sledding with a friend in deep snow. A let her steer and got dragged into the snow, which compacted around me in a claustrophobic manner.

Then we walked into a very bizzare church. Something was just off about it. So I walked back out into the snow, where a man threatened me, so I shot him. He was next to a big chain link fence , and I decided to drag his body away. As I followed the fence, dragging him by his head, I felt his tongue move.

I looked down and he was Pennywise. I dropped him and ran. He gave chase and I got past the fence into a parking lot. He wasn't behind me now and I saw he was a few rows over, trying to cut off my route back to the Not-Church of Debatable Safety. I ran for it and he got behind me again.

I realized he was going to catch me so I turned to fight. As he got close, I smashed him in the face and knocked him down. Then I started bashing his head off the ground and stomped his elbow, breaking it. He was kinda shrinking at this point so I picked him up and slammed him into a guardrail. He dropped and I grabbed his feet.

If you've ever played Predator Concrete Jungle, there's a grab-fence kill where the predator swings the guy in and overhead arc and down on his back onto the fence, breaking him in half. That's what I did to the now child sized Pennywise.

Except he was no longer Pennywise, he was my 2yr old son.

At about that time I woke up quietly. Fuck sleep.

I'm tired and I think I'll never feel not tired until I die.

Nonexistence sounds fucking spectacular.