I dreamt that Bryan died, and I had to drive with his family to Kentucky to bury him. It was the worst dream I'd ever had. For what seemed like an eternity, I lay in a field of flowers that people had sent for his death. I woke up and he was still next to me and started crying.
I had to make chicken dumplings before work today, and I was chopping onions when the onions overcame my face and I started crying. The onion tears turned to real tears. I was crying.
I'm not sure what's happening, but it seems like I need a good cry.
Instead, tonight I'm hosting the comedy improv shows. Oh boy.
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