02/01/2003 Entry: "Please Check Your Freud At The Door."

Did I tell you that I had a dream recently where I found that I was eating a big piece of pastrami? I woke up feeling horrible—just as guilty (for a moment, anyway) as if I'd done it in real life. Just like the dream where I was smoking after I had given up cigarettes, or the one where I cheated on my boyfriend (with a LiveJournaler, no less!) Or that dream where I...no, that was just too disturbing to describe.

The line for amateur psychoanalysis starts here.