Sleep is a fickle bitch...
...of a mistress. One night she showers you with an abundant amount of crazy filled dreams, and the next she decides to go Johnny Depp on your eye sockets (that's Johnny Depp from Once Upon a Time in Mexico, unless he actually mentions skull f*cking in every movie he's in, which would actually be an interesting if slightly disturbing sort of calling card) whilst you toss and turn screaming, "No, no please no!" So yes, here I am in class running on two hours of sleep, ready to pass out at first opportunity. I've promised people I will post in regards to a crazy dream I had, and I shall attempt to do so when I am sentient (it is currently my opinion that I am operating on a strictly action/reaction living method right now). For anyone not finding Chels' post hilarious, let me elucidate. When she says, "3/4 of the way home", you're probably imagining from the local Safeway. This is not the case. We're talking twelve miles here, and at least 3 cops. THAT is funny.