I'd rather not think about her at all (someday, I may be able to do that).
I slept like crap last night. Woke up at 10:30 after a series of very dramatic, very Shakespearean-tragic dreams. Colin Farrel/and or H (it switched) was the tragic lead, a prince who goes off the deep end and goes from loving his W to trying to kill her, making love to her, then chasing after her, telling her that he doesn't want her. She stands, dares him to hit her. He gets close a few times, then finally does it, punching her in the face. She takes it, over and over until she passes out. It is mostly bits and pieces, now, but it ran over and over with ever-more violent and modern day scenes. His parents were the parents, trying to save everything. The son was the one who finally intervened, stopping the lead and killing him. Good thing my S is only 12.
Just wanted to get that out of my head. Ever wake up in the middle of the night, and your limbs just feel like lead? I have been up for an hour, and I still feel like that, with a pickled brain. We have to go out!!
Well, at least when you are awake, you have more control of your thoughts (marginally).
