Jesus God.
I had a dream last night that one of my gerbils died and I was talking to Gerdy on the way to my house saying,"I think one of my gerbils died cuz I dreamt about it." So I get home and I start to go in my room and I'm like,"ok...he's dead. I just know it." I walk in my room and he's in the corner..dead. I'm a freak. It makes me really sad. I'm a bad mother. And a creepy psychic piece of shit. And Gerdy had to watch it all. Poor girl. I probably freaked the fuck out of her. Because it's freaky. I am now officially a freak.