TGIF

There are days when verbally abusing your computer is the only way to survive the morning. This is one of those days. I truly apologize, computer. I know it's not your fault people are dumb. But I need to get this aggression out somehow. I think I need to invest in a very large punching bag...and place it next to my work desk. Yes. That is an ingenious plan.
It's Friday. THANK GOODNESS, in the words of Glinda. I'm going to Virginia for the weekend with John. And I'm hoping to mindlessly drool most of the drive there as my mind has been working overtime lately. I feel like my brain never stops, not even when I sleep. Last night I had a long involved dream about...well...it was that involved that I can't just say "It was about this." because it was about a whole lot. It started off with me and John planning to go snowboarding or skiing. I remember saying we should buy skis or a snowboard and John agreed to buy skis and I promised to use them while he deployed. He left and I was going to go on an expedition to Alaska on a little plane with a crew of about 8 people all going on the same expedition. John's coworker (who SHOULD have deployed with him but for some reason didn't) accompanied me as a favor to John because the pilot of the ship and the leader of the expedition was untrustworthy. Everyone was assigned a role...except I never was. They kept leaving me out of planning and stuff and everyone was supposed to go through physical testing to make sure they were fit for the physical strain of the expedition. I of course found out about these tests after they did them. I was pretty pissed off most of the dream because I was wondering HOW on earth I would survive if I didn't have any proper training. Then I slowly found out that the pilot was planning to kill us all.
Now why do all my dreams seem to involve violence and murder, hm? I'm sure a dream specialist would have some deep, long, involved "reason." But I don't buy that stuff AS YOU KNOW. Dreams are dreams. If they're meant to mean anything, it'll be obvious. You don't have to "translate" them to find that out. And not every dream means something...or else, as I've said many times before, I'm screwed.
I'm definitely ready for some down time. And some time to write. I don't know if this weekend will bring either...but the thought is nice.
Do you ever find yourself wondering if you have some condition/disease that prevents you from interacting with people freely? I had one of those nights last night. Not a fan.
TGIF.