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My word I had an awful nights sleep. Really. Just miserable.
First: I was exhausted when I turned my light out around eleven. I literally couldn't keep my eyes open. So I settle into bed and promptly don't fall asleep for about an hour and a half. First I was tossing and turning, which was annoying. Then I started focusing on the fact that I could feel my heard beat, which you think wouldn't be a bad thing, but for some reason it really stresses me out and so I freaked about that for a little while. Then, I did the thing where I am almost at a doze but I keep waking up. Like subconsciously I think if I fall asleep I will stop breathing so I have to wake myself up to make sure I still am. It sucked.
Second: Fucked up dream. Seriously fucked up dream. I was at my friend Vee's place. But she lived in (next to?) a gas station that was at the end of a runway. The runway kind of reminded me of a nail file, and one end was really narrow and rounded and it had one of those funky nail file patterns on it (though it wasn't rough) but that is neither here nor there. Just a wee bit of randomness.
Anyway I'm at Vee's and a bunch of my other college friends are there including one of my suitemates Jen and her husband Joe. In real life Joe is a cop. But he was a pilot in my dream. And we are all hanging out by the pumps (gas station and all) when a plane (like a smallish plane. 30 seater or something) is landing but at the last minute it looses control and ends up cart-wheeling down the runway. Obviously we are all freaking out because a) plane crash, and b) the plane might explode and we are hanging out at a gas station. So Joe starts running toward the plane because we can see the pilots and they are still alive and Joe has to rescue them because it is the pilot code of honor (random- he is in his uniform). So he saves the pilots, but Jen is freaking out because she thinks that Joe is going to be killed when the plane explodes.
We then find out that there were eight famous passengers on the plane (including Oprah) and they all died.
So the rescue vehicle shows up, but it isn't a fire truck or an ambulance. It is one of those big trucks that have the open back with slatted sides. Like in the movies, the kind of truck that migrant workers will ride in the back. Does that make sense? So this truck shows up and it is carrying logs for some reason, but instead of stopping it too crashes and starts flipping over and over and finally ends up upside down and flattened like a pancake.
Cue freaking the second. And that is all I remember because
Third: My fucking phone rang at four fucking thirty this morning. Waking me up and freaking me out for real because who calls at 4:30 in the morning unless someone has been born or something terrible has happened. So I spend about ten seconds panicking as I know no one who is pregnant (other than a woman I work with and she wouldn't call me. I barely know her) but when I answer the phone there is no one there. Not even a heavy breather or dirty talker. That is disappointing. And when I *69 there is no number. Bah.
So. When my alarm went off at six I was very unwilling to get up. And I probably wouldn't have if it weren't for the fact that I did summer hours this week so I get to go home at one! Hooray!
Well, I am supposed to go to lunch with Stupid Ex, but I may beg off on that. I need sleep.
And, of course, my bosses computer died so while they are fixing it she is a woman without a desk and therefore wandering around the office all willy-nilly which is just annoying.
And my tooth hurts. Not in a tooth-ache way, but in a sensitive to temperature way. Annoying as well.
Grr.
But it's almost time to go home! Yay!
First: I was exhausted when I turned my light out around eleven. I literally couldn't keep my eyes open. So I settle into bed and promptly don't fall asleep for about an hour and a half. First I was tossing and turning, which was annoying. Then I started focusing on the fact that I could feel my heard beat, which you think wouldn't be a bad thing, but for some reason it really stresses me out and so I freaked about that for a little while. Then, I did the thing where I am almost at a doze but I keep waking up. Like subconsciously I think if I fall asleep I will stop breathing so I have to wake myself up to make sure I still am. It sucked.
Second: Fucked up dream. Seriously fucked up dream. I was at my friend Vee's place. But she lived in (next to?) a gas station that was at the end of a runway. The runway kind of reminded me of a nail file, and one end was really narrow and rounded and it had one of those funky nail file patterns on it (though it wasn't rough) but that is neither here nor there. Just a wee bit of randomness.
Anyway I'm at Vee's and a bunch of my other college friends are there including one of my suitemates Jen and her husband Joe. In real life Joe is a cop. But he was a pilot in my dream. And we are all hanging out by the pumps (gas station and all) when a plane (like a smallish plane. 30 seater or something) is landing but at the last minute it looses control and ends up cart-wheeling down the runway. Obviously we are all freaking out because a) plane crash, and b) the plane might explode and we are hanging out at a gas station. So Joe starts running toward the plane because we can see the pilots and they are still alive and Joe has to rescue them because it is the pilot code of honor (random- he is in his uniform). So he saves the pilots, but Jen is freaking out because she thinks that Joe is going to be killed when the plane explodes.
We then find out that there were eight famous passengers on the plane (including Oprah) and they all died.
So the rescue vehicle shows up, but it isn't a fire truck or an ambulance. It is one of those big trucks that have the open back with slatted sides. Like in the movies, the kind of truck that migrant workers will ride in the back. Does that make sense? So this truck shows up and it is carrying logs for some reason, but instead of stopping it too crashes and starts flipping over and over and finally ends up upside down and flattened like a pancake.
Cue freaking the second. And that is all I remember because
Third: My fucking phone rang at four fucking thirty this morning. Waking me up and freaking me out for real because who calls at 4:30 in the morning unless someone has been born or something terrible has happened. So I spend about ten seconds panicking as I know no one who is pregnant (other than a woman I work with and she wouldn't call me. I barely know her) but when I answer the phone there is no one there. Not even a heavy breather or dirty talker. That is disappointing. And when I *69 there is no number. Bah.
So. When my alarm went off at six I was very unwilling to get up. And I probably wouldn't have if it weren't for the fact that I did summer hours this week so I get to go home at one! Hooray!
Well, I am supposed to go to lunch with Stupid Ex, but I may beg off on that. I need sleep.
And, of course, my bosses computer died so while they are fixing it she is a woman without a desk and therefore wandering around the office all willy-nilly which is just annoying.
And my tooth hurts. Not in a tooth-ache way, but in a sensitive to temperature way. Annoying as well.
Grr.
But it's almost time to go home! Yay!
