For the first time in what seems like months I managed pretty close to a full night's sleep last night. I am assuming the fact I feel even more tired today is to do with the vivid dream disruption the sleep still featured. I only remember parts of a couple of the dreams, one involved time travelling to bioengineer myself as an embryo (for reasons that were about mind control being evil but physically changing a brain to think more in that direction on its own being fine) to like ice skating (I don't recall why this was important). Of the other, all I remember is that it involved my 7th form crush (who I don't even remember exists all that often).
Anyway, things I skipped through zoning out.
Wedneday, I vaguely recall roleplaying in the evening so must have left the house.
Thursday I did not wash or dress or leave the house. My spoons were missing.
Friday, Tina made me pool. It was all the day I had in me.
Mostly have just been watching my way through Chuck. It is not good TV. So internally inconsistent. And so anti-woke. Though I guess it happened just before woke took off as a word.
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