blargh

[rm]

I'm hoping at least some of my fellow creatives will understand what I mean when I just make an irritated noise at today.

I'm pretty used to the idea of sometimes walking around with grief that isn't mine because of writing or acting work I'm doing. And I feel EXACTLY the same way today, except it's because of a dream I can't fucking remember, which I suppose might sound mystical and romantic, but it's more akin to when you really need to sneeze and can't.

Blech!

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Or the itchy thing that can't actually be scratched. Oh, man, yes, I hate that feeling. SOMETHING IS STUCK IN MY BRAIN and I can't get it out and picking at it just scabs over and ARGH.

I had "something about trees, argh" for half of last week.