is that better or worse than being woken up at three am on monday morning and then resorting to livejournal random in hopes of finding something worthwhile to do before you're able to face the odds of you actually going back to sleep?

i dreamed tonight that i was trapped in a plastic container submerged underneath stagnant puddles of acid rain. for some reason a girl i knew from grade school seemed to be holding me under.

sometimes your subconscious is your best enemy.