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• 03:12 GuESS WHAT I FORGOT TO DO if you guessed 'take a sleeping pill #
• 03:12 THEN DING DING DING U R WINNAR #
• 04:26 Strange cat behavior: fall asleep while being pet, sleep for six minutes, wake up in a panic and lick balls for a minute and a half, sleep. #
• 12:01 Weirdest. Dream. EVER: gift-wrapping terrifyingly large sex toys. WHAT? #
• 14:57 I want a nap, but I need to stay awake. *_* #
• 16:51 ...two hours, almost on the dot. FOR GOD'S SAKE #
• 21:07 My mother is trying to guilt trip me about not going to church. SRY, NOTHX. I keep my gay off your radar, keep your god out of my face. #
• 00:38 Ando is in love and Gabrielle has a big brother. This game is one day old and already too awesome for me to cope with! #

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I had a dream that I was given the choice between being happy or being helpful, and for some reason I picked helpful, and only one other person out of the group I was in picked helpful. And we thought we'd made the wrong decision when we were split off from the group, but then they were taken away to a place that was very unhappy, and it was up to the two of us to save them.

There was a lot of going through small doors and hidden passageways and dark cobwebby dusty places, and then there was a bathroom with a huge tub and I couldn't pick out the right clothes or get the tub to fill up, and all I wanted was to lie there and smoke cigarettes and forget about being the one with the weight of duty on my shoulders.

So I woke up at 2 feeling guilty and desperately wanting a smoke, after a month of not smoking, and I forgot about my appointment with Lisa today and now I feel more guilty.

And all I want to do is sleep. Again. Because if I'm sleeping I don't have to deal with craving, or feeling guilty, or worrying about anything.


But I'm awake, and I'm staying this way. So I'll call Lisa and apologize, and do my homework now that I have my books, and speaking of philosophy in my dream I was absolutely certain that Kant said "religion is the opiate of the masses," but it was Marx, duh. My subconscious fails.

I need lunch. And a long shower. And to focus.

Monday. Feh.