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Feb. 18th, 2011 08:36 pmSo, I was basically awake for about four hours yesterday. How I slept the day and night away like that is kinda surprising to me, sickness notwithstanding.
I passed out early (five hours earlier than I would have gone to sleep) and woke up an hour later than I would have woken up. Then I ate, even though I wasn't hungry since I was feeling extremely weak and I suspected it was due to the fact that I hadn't eaten a long time and I finished Stormbreaker, the movie with Alex Pettyfer. God, he is one cute boy. Man now but how is he really as young as they say he is? Because he sure as hell doesn't look like my brother's age... Anyway, it kinda sucked and I breezed through it. However I managed that without falling back asleep is beyond me because I was exhausted... So even though it was only about an hour or two after I roused myself out of bed, I went back to sleep. But before that, I turned on the heat, which if you know me, know is a big, flashing warning sign. I hate being hot. I hate having to turn on heat. And most of all, I hate sleeping with the heat on. It gives me strange dreams, nightmares more often than not and never a restful sleep.
And it did not disappoint. I dreamed I was back in NYC and was walking around near Bryant Park when I encountered a closed off road for some sort of TV/movie filming... I knew I was out of place and that I was trying to be inconspicuous so I went towards the nearest subway station... There, somehow I attracted the attention of a police officer, young guy, kinda cute which sucked because I knew I couldn't let him go with him having seen my face... And so I killed him, via poison in my fingernail -- I just pricked him and he went down and I escaped in the confusion onto the platform.
That I was so matter of fact about having to kill this guy who had seem my face was really disturbing to me. I don't even know how I knew I had poison on my fingernails or why it even made sense all of a sudden but it did in the way dreams make sense when you're having them.
I was basically screwed yesterday in terms of sleep. There was no way of actually sleeping at a timely hour after sleeping that much. I did manage to squeeze a few hours in, not much but more than I thought I would... And today, I'm sneezy as hell which is quite disconcerting as well. I don't sneeze all that often. At all actually. I'm more of stuffy, runny nose type so sneezing this much is really horrible... I feel like shit. And every time I sneeze, my eyes tear up. I feel like I should be getting better but I just end up feeling more miserable. Maybe I should just do what I did yesterday and sleep the day away... At least I won't be conscious for this misery...
I passed out early (five hours earlier than I would have gone to sleep) and woke up an hour later than I would have woken up. Then I ate, even though I wasn't hungry since I was feeling extremely weak and I suspected it was due to the fact that I hadn't eaten a long time and I finished Stormbreaker, the movie with Alex Pettyfer. God, he is one cute boy. Man now but how is he really as young as they say he is? Because he sure as hell doesn't look like my brother's age... Anyway, it kinda sucked and I breezed through it. However I managed that without falling back asleep is beyond me because I was exhausted... So even though it was only about an hour or two after I roused myself out of bed, I went back to sleep. But before that, I turned on the heat, which if you know me, know is a big, flashing warning sign. I hate being hot. I hate having to turn on heat. And most of all, I hate sleeping with the heat on. It gives me strange dreams, nightmares more often than not and never a restful sleep.
And it did not disappoint. I dreamed I was back in NYC and was walking around near Bryant Park when I encountered a closed off road for some sort of TV/movie filming... I knew I was out of place and that I was trying to be inconspicuous so I went towards the nearest subway station... There, somehow I attracted the attention of a police officer, young guy, kinda cute which sucked because I knew I couldn't let him go with him having seen my face... And so I killed him, via poison in my fingernail -- I just pricked him and he went down and I escaped in the confusion onto the platform.
That I was so matter of fact about having to kill this guy who had seem my face was really disturbing to me. I don't even know how I knew I had poison on my fingernails or why it even made sense all of a sudden but it did in the way dreams make sense when you're having them.
I was basically screwed yesterday in terms of sleep. There was no way of actually sleeping at a timely hour after sleeping that much. I did manage to squeeze a few hours in, not much but more than I thought I would... And today, I'm sneezy as hell which is quite disconcerting as well. I don't sneeze all that often. At all actually. I'm more of stuffy, runny nose type so sneezing this much is really horrible... I feel like shit. And every time I sneeze, my eyes tear up. I feel like I should be getting better but I just end up feeling more miserable. Maybe I should just do what I did yesterday and sleep the day away... At least I won't be conscious for this misery...
