The other night I was at 28if's house and got my biannual fit of hiccups that lasts for 24+ hours, so I slept pretty poorly as my diaphragm was convulsing all night. I had a dream that I was punching and kicking and screaming at a big metal wall, ostensibly made of aluminum or something, as I kept putting big dents in it without really injuring my hand too bad. I remember feeling an immense amount of frustration and rage, and I couldn't speak. I woke up in the morning with abrasions on my knuckles. Somehow I had also taken a picture of his attractive female friend into my bed.
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