Had a weird dream last night. I was in a restaurant with my mom and I left to go back upstairs (we lived above the place for some reason), and then Ted came outta nowhere and cornered me in the stairwell and started yelling at me and telling me all this bad stuff and lies about my dad (I can’t remember what it was- I think my subconscious blocked it out). I started crying hardcore- like sobbing, and then my mom came out of the restaurant laughing but stopped when she saw me. She said he was just kidding and that she paid him to say those things. Then next thing we’re going to sleep and she turns to me and says, “I thought you knew your father better than that,” and I said, “I thought so too,” and then I woke up with my face and pillow soaked in tears (45 minutes after I was already supposed to be awake). Weird. Started my day off in a wonky mood.

But I’ve learned my lesson. That’s the last time I eat the leftovers of my bean and cheese burrito from Chuy’s right before bed.