My present is all mucked up in the past

I was positively delighted yesterday, when I realized that it had been nearly two weeks since I sent The Ex an email of the Dear-God-you-are-making-me-crazy-please-stop-sending-me-text-messages variety -- and no response had been received. It worked!

Then, last night I had a dream. In the dream I was engaged in various activities with various boys I know. Well, during the course of each separate activity, each boy would turn into The Ex. As you can imagine, this was all quite disturbing.

When I woke from the dream, I was tempted to send a text message that said I hate you, but then remembered that two weeks had gone by and the dreams would stop eventually. Just for the record, I'm scaring the shit out of myself with all this healthy decision making lately. I'll have to go have a sex marathon with Favorite Ex now to make up for it.