somewhere in an alternate stream of consciousness
It's doubtful that anyone will believe this, but I went to sleep at 11:15 last night because I was so fucking drained, then slept until 2 in the afternoon. In spite of the fact that I have a class at 9:30 a.m., I'm really bored because I haven't done anything this week and need someone to entertain my pathetic mind for a while. The search is, and continues to be, futile. I don't want to do anything requiring too much energy (edit: money), but I don't want to sit in my fucking apartment anymore either. Apparantly, if I stay in it too long, my soul starts to melt into a puddle of greyish goo.
Speaking of puddles, my bathtub drain is backing up. This won't be a big deal until tomorrow when my hair starts to look shitty and I won't be able to wash it. I've called the landlord. They're supposed to have somebody on it.
I don't recall having any bizarre dreams the past month or so, but I had the first one in a while last night. It wasn't so bizarre as just completely sad. There's no sense going into detail because it would be entirely indecipherable to anyone else. It wasn't even sad in and of itself, it was just the fact that in the beginning of it, I questioned whether or not I was in fact dreaming, knew that I was, but on the trivial dream-evidence of biting my arm to see if it hurt, I decided to just go with the idea that I was not dreaming. Then I woke up and realized I was and had that horrible feeling as if I'd been tricked.
...and not so much tricked as just choosing not to believe the lack of valid evidence during the dream that I was actually conscious, knowing that's exactly how'd I'd function in such a situation.
Speaking of puddles, my bathtub drain is backing up. This won't be a big deal until tomorrow when my hair starts to look shitty and I won't be able to wash it. I've called the landlord. They're supposed to have somebody on it.
I don't recall having any bizarre dreams the past month or so, but I had the first one in a while last night. It wasn't so bizarre as just completely sad. There's no sense going into detail because it would be entirely indecipherable to anyone else. It wasn't even sad in and of itself, it was just the fact that in the beginning of it, I questioned whether or not I was in fact dreaming, knew that I was, but on the trivial dream-evidence of biting my arm to see if it hurt, I decided to just go with the idea that I was not dreaming. Then I woke up and realized I was and had that horrible feeling as if I'd been tricked.
...and not so much tricked as just choosing not to believe the lack of valid evidence during the dream that I was actually conscious, knowing that's exactly how'd I'd function in such a situation.