10:06 AM: I am adept at violence in my dreams. Last night I dreamt that Josh and I were walking around a school that we were visiting for some reason. We were trying to find the weight room. After finding it, we assessed that there was a bench, but no squat rack. We were about to get stared when we heard faculty coming in. We had to sneak out or risk being caught where we were not supposed to be. While crossing the street outside the gym, someone fucked with Josh’s book bag. I jumped on the someone, threw him to the ground, and just started molly whopping him. At one point I put a used condom from the street on his head and called him a dickhead.
10:53 PM: I am becoming more skilled at mitigating the effects of negative emotions and in many cases squelching them altogether. I am not becoming more skilled at turning down hours.
