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I dreamed the upstairs neighbours were having a party, and our apartment was on the first floor. There was a dock outside the side door to our place, and everyone was just hanging around on the dock. Adam & I were being all affectionate, and some complete traditionally attractive stranger with preppy clothes and ash-blonde teen actor style hair was trying to pick me up and convince me to leave Adam and come make out with him – he wasn’t even being subtle. I could feel Adam getting reall pissed off, even though he was sitting behind me – he was getting all tense and quiet. I decided I should really take myself out of the situation, so I got up and said I had to go to the washroom. I looked at Adam and asked him if he wanted a cup of tea. He said yes, then I went to the washroom. While I was in there, I had this feeling that Adam and the strange guy were getting into some sort of argument/fight type thing. I woke up.

I’m a bit achy today. I guess that’s what happens when you spend great amounts of time carrying stuff from point A to point B, then point B to point C. But I slept rather soundly last night, which was good. Today will be a day of mostly nothing, mixed with flurries of packing and a good chance of lasagne. And of course the first thing I did when I woke up was make Adam some tea. It seemed fitting.