Today is a waste

I woke up sometime around 4 am, throat raw from crying, face wet, pillow case wet. I dreamed that I had reached for my dog, to cuddle her close to me as we are wont to do and I found that the slippery, loose, hot amalgamation of subroutines that equate to life had slowed and glitched and stopped.

And I could not move, I could not get up, I could do nothing but lay there. My friend was gone, leaving me with this cold furry lifeless thing.

I'm still not right.