Dreamage, etc.

Two weird dreams last night. In one, I was at some party, or at least it was near the end of said party because only about half a dozen people were left and they were all crashing, and had mostly settled down on air mattresses and the like; but the main plot, if you will, was that the host was being extremely importunate to me, not due to any charms of my own, but because he had heard I was "easy". So the whole dream was me trying to dodge, distract, avoid and re-route him (while not disturbing the other guests)--the situation was not perilous, so I didn't feel that throwing a punch was called for. I sense that this is my subconscious trying to come it all Freudian at me, and I am not amused.

The other dream had something to do with the nasty trickster God of cucumber worms. That's all I remember.

They're watching bad videos downstairs and now I have the absolute worst earworm produced by the United Kingdom during the 80s (and that's saying something) stuck in my head.

Yup.

Life remains unfair. But what sticks in my craw the most is that there's no one to blame or resent, no one's done anything wrong; I'm trammelled by the responsibilities attendant on the choices I've made (and I wouldn't change them if I could). It's just...not faiiiiiiiiir.