Every night this week, I've had the same dream. I dream that I'm lying in bed staring at the ceiling worrying about stuff and wishing I could get to sleep. The only way I know that I'm actually asleep is that I wake up and find myself doing guess what. It's not even one of those cool things where I could ask myself well, what if I'm going to wake up from what I'm doing right now and find out it's a dream too, because the only thing I do when I'm dreaming is lie restlessly awake and worry about things. If I expand my stupid-dream repertoire to include blogging though?
The downside is I'm about as tired as if I hadn't slept at all and it's an effort to string a sentence together and there's all this stuff I want to write about but I don't think I can until I get some sleep. waah. oh well.