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I am not a person who has many bad dreams, really, for which I am thankful. I don't even get the public-exposure one about being naked in a restaurant, or the school-anxiety one about not being able to find one's classroom/answer test questions/remember own name/etc. I did have a recurring one about shopping when I was younger, but do you remember how boring shopping is when you're nine?

Anyhow. Know what I get now?

Luggage anxiety.

Recurring dreams that the airport is making me put my bags on a conveyor belt to be taken to the airplane and they keep falling open, falling apart, or getting pulled off the belt by other people. Breakables have been packed without padding. Food is bursting open to spill on everything in the few bags (out of, apparently, the thousand I've packed to take with me) that make it to the airplane. Why I would be taking brie with me on any trip -- especially if I did not intend to eat it while traveling -- is a mystery, but there you have it.

Although of all the things to worry about, it's true that luggage is relatively harmless...

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Dear body:

I thought we had an agreement. You wouldn't hurt anymore and I wouldn't torment you with harsh chemical painkillers.

I do not find it funny that you don't hurt all morning until I have to do chores. Please cease all incursions of pain. If you do not, severe consequences will ensue. I am just batshit enough to cut my throat to spite my stomach.

Love,
Superego

PS: The Id agrees with me, and adds THPBBBBBB.

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How come nobody ever calls Remus "R.J." in Marauder fics? With a name like Remus, that's what I'd want to be called.

And at least it beats Remy.

*tempted to do it just to scandalise and annoy people*