No, I know, its May.
I had a dream last week, it was one of those horrible nightmares, where you wake up firmly rooted to the bed, unable to move, too terrified to get up, too desperate to pee to go back to sleep.
It took 20 minutes to put the light on, get out of bed and walk to the edge of it. Then I gave up and woke up my H to take me to the loo, which was 5 steps from the bedroom door.
The dream was of Michael Myres. It still gives me shudders now, which is not good as H is working a nightshift. The movies never bothered me, but something about that dream did.
So, MM, is the persona that my POF has taken, as something to fight.
1035th Friday Blog Roundup
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If you missed Mr. Bates vs. the Post Office the first time around, PBS is
re-airing the miniseries (only in the US) until May 18 to celebrate the
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