I woke up late this morning, around 7, my mom yelling at me because of the time. Last night, I had trouble getting to sleep. I lied lay there, but sleep wouldn’t come. Instead, I thought about that day’s events. The line between dream and reality is a very fine one; I often get the two mixed up. I’m certain people can agree with this, given my tendencies to get confused about whether something I say happened did actually occur, or if it was merely a dream. Mental condition?
I thought about how ironic it would be for one’s sole desire to be to want to see ER before their death, but they see an ER instead as they’re dying, never getting to see the show. Why so grim?
My FOIA request from NSA or information in regards to its status at the very least has yet to arrive. Concerned is me.
I’m sure I’ll be sweet dreamin’ tonight.