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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Yeah. I was going to say (before the little adventure with my veiling just detailed) that I know "who" it is, but not why. The adrenaline rush of the flooding drama kicked it into marginally more clarity, which is lovely, but there's nothing I can do for it.