friday is the huge harry potter party at work and i had to make the templates for stupid owl hand puppets. worst job ever. i was feeling somewhat aloof all day. indifferent. i didnt take my meds yesterday so i was feeling the wrath of the withdrawling. its a bummer knowing that you have to depend on medication to get through the day. i guess ive grown to accept it.because i know it will be a few more years until i can at least decrease the milligrams. day off tomorrow. so im drinking some beers with the boys. havent been sleeping good lately. ive been having disturbing dreams. dreams where im scared. not people chasing me,but people trying to or succeeding in killing me. i wake up sweaty and uneasy. but it doesnt take me long to fall back into another nightmare. theres always some kind of sex being had in my dreams.sometimes by me and sometimes someone in the background. its always with my boyfriend though. and the background people are random i think.or at least no one of importance. maybe at work on friday ill look up murder and sex in some dream books. im somewhat apprehensive about finding out what they mean. its hot. and im thirsty for beer.