so complainey!

i don’t think my antibiotics are doing anything but making me feel worse.
and have *crazy* dreams. like, really weird ones. with a cast that i’d rather not have in my brain anymore ever.
although, one strange thing i’ll note is that i dreamed i went to subway, but it was all movie-ticket-like and the guy was way too nice. i placed my order, and he made me point on the menu board to where the veggie sub was and chuckled as though he enjoyed telling someone what to do. then he yelled the order back down this long table to some girl who put all of the ingredients (including whole baby portabellas!) into a plastic, lidded pitcher. she added some italian dressing and shook the pitcher and tossed the stuff onto a loaf of bread. after that, i got distracted by someone and left the restaurant empty handed.

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