I had two horrible nightmares last night that seemed to last for ages and I woke up in a sweat after the first one then didn’t really go back to sleep after the second one.

Guess that dread I was feeling snuck into my subconscious to fuck with me.

I didn’t go to two of my lectures this morning but I did use the time to go and get my mum a birthday present so that’s a plus I guess.

2 days until easter break.

3 lectures, 2 tutorials, 1 class test, 1 online test, 1 assignment, a doctor’s appointment with an injection which I will probably have a reaction to, finding dairy free easter eggs for my cousin, buying cat food, setting up food dispenser and kitty litter for the cat while I’m away, setting my room up for my parents to stay in when they come over after easter oh and cleaning the bathroom too because the housemate who’s turn it is to do so hasn’t done it, a pancake parlour date with some uni girls even though I have no money, 2 rowing trainings, and ~52 hours to do all of this in.

Joy.

Wonder if I’ll have more nightmares tonight.

So the boys at uni have this competition going with at least one of the girls, whoever hooks up with her first gets a six pack. 

Anyway I didn’t find out about this til later in the night but I think they must have been making jokes when we were at the pub on Friday so I just said off handedly to watch themselves because I’m a feminist or something like that.

I was telling my mum this today and she goes “you probably shouldn’t say that if you want a boyfriend.”

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That sentence just set feminism back about 5 years.

Later she asked if I was lesbian.