five hours of sleep again. what the fuck? also: incoherent murmur of radio from the next room at 7 am on a saturday morning.
dreamed rm#1's bf was visiting and she brought a gangsta rapper to the room to introduce to both of us. "this is buff," she said, and he said,
"yo, i don't need no introduction."
so i, of course, said, "well, actually, you might with me, because i'm not sure exactly who you are--what's your song?"
er. right. my dog woke me up by walking away, but when i called him, he curled up behind my knees, which, i have no compunction about observing, is clearly the ideal way to sleep.
dreamed rm#1's bf was visiting and she brought a gangsta rapper to the room to introduce to both of us. "this is buff," she said, and he said,
"yo, i don't need no introduction."
so i, of course, said, "well, actually, you might with me, because i'm not sure exactly who you are--what's your song?"
er. right. my dog woke me up by walking away, but when i called him, he curled up behind my knees, which, i have no compunction about observing, is clearly the ideal way to sleep.