Had such a nice dream today - and instead of enjoying it while it lasts, kept searching for inconsistencies, due to a vague feeling that it's too good to be true, therefore something must be wrong. (Well duh! the mere fact that we were together had to be a major tip-off!) At the end, focused on the fact that he's supposed to be taller than me. This destroyed the illusion and woke me up - even not to the reality but to another, stupid and boring dream - well done :( Damn perfectionism ;)
In the happier news, back online. Unlike the previous incident 2 weeks ago, was mentally and technically prepared, and actually in a pretty good mood; had a bitching fit only once, during the dinner, and stopped on my own accord; spent most of the time writing. I even start to believe that putting limits on the Internet usage might make sense ;)
