My dreams last night were very angry; I was at a convention with a bunch of friends and they took me hot-tubbing as a surprise, which was frustrating because I didn't have a swimsuit. Then I woke up (still in the dream) and was very hungry and couldn't find anyone, and went outside (I had fallen asleep at the hot-tub place, apparently), and found everyone just coming back from dinner. "Why didn't you wake me up?" I asked, and they said, "Well, we didn't think you'd mind missing dinner." I was furious and started yelling at them, until suddenly I woke up for real, surprised to find myself in a quiet early-morning house.

More to talk to Norm about. All this anger from my childhood keeps poking its head up, and aside from dreams I can't express any of it. I'm scared to yell, even all by myself.

Work is incredibly busy, which is nice in that I enjoy having things to do, but of course stressful -- what if I can't do them all in time? I worry, I worry. And I write lots of code.