Ouch

Last night, I dreamed HB told me he didn't love me anymore, and also that people at work kept calling in, thinking I wasn't the person answering the phone, telling me they weren't coming back to work until I quit/got fired. Waking up to that felt like someone had stabbed me in the heart, and left the knife in.

Then after discussing this with someone, they twisted it just a little bit.

Yesterday I gave myself a 4 inch long burn on my left forearm (underside). That burn doesn't hurt as much as the imagined stabbing.

Love Personified

If Cupid and Aphrodite had a few too many cocktails and wound up having a kid, and that kid some day wound up winning American Idol, that kid would totally be Michael Buble.