Hey, Miss J!

I’m currently in the middle of headbanging to some Whitesnake.

Old band?

Perhaps…

They’re straight up vintage from my childhood though.

I’m also working on “Catch & Release,” the name of a brand new short. I just… couldn’t help myself.

I woke up this morning, mentally and almost physically crying out for something that I can’t mention on here… not in polite company. At least I didn’t wake up moaning like I did a few months ago. What an explosive beginning to the day that had been!

I was shaky and horrified for close to two hours. I think tonight, I’ll just go and take my anxiety medication along with my meds for nerve pain. Even though I dread what will happen in terms of amount of sleep obtained, I’m hoping it’ll ward off any more explicit dreams.

The less oxygen I get, the more vivid everything seems too. So, need to stay on the CPAP tonight.

I wonder if I should mention the strange dreams to my psychiatrist…

Awkward…

She’ll probably recommend I find a man to get in a relationship with. A relationship… Ha!

That sounds cleaner than me saying: “She’ll probably suggest I find a man to have ‘sexy times’ with.”

Double awkward.

~J. Lyst