Somehow I managed to insult someone I quite like.
I went drinking the next day and someone called who I thought was said person.
It turns out it wasn't that person, to which the person that originally called me wanted to hang out.
So I like a pyscho called who I thought called me, several times to ascertain logistics. Said person was driving, and called me 30 mins later. To which I found out my brain fked me over.
In my drunken sleep state I had an insane dream about an ex coming back to me and then leaving me and then coming back to me and then leaving me again.
Usually when I good dreams the opposite happens, so this current dream leaves with me mixed messages and once again I feel like I'm going insane.
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