When Can I Sleep Again
Ugh. Feel shitty. Slept shitty. I didnt have quite as disturbing dreams as somebody, but I can tell you the one I remember from last night was a very strange one indeed. P-Diddy was there. It was some sort of fashion thing (Damn Nala for watching Joan "my daughter has no talent" Rivers yesterday), going on in a mall, that apparently I lived above. With my ex, Jason, Nala's friend Scotty, and a host of people I don't remember, but in the dream, knew who they were.
And then, things got weird. Lots of running around. Everyone was after someone or something. Jason was healthy again, looking like he did 12 years ago. Scotty had cut his hair and his beard again.
I woke up around the time Nala got up. And again at 4:45. And then I just huddled deeper under the covers and hoped I wouldnt get up the strength to come to work.
And class.