I think I need a nap.
I am so worn out. I don't feel good. Today was a bad day. I just feel...melancholy. Is that the right word? I kind of feel like being a bad kid and getting drunk and playing my guitar all night long, but one, I'm too lazy to get up and search out the wine/vodka, and two, I just want to sleep.
I haven't been able to sleep in ages. I keep having nightmares about a bunch of shit. Why do thoughts and memories always jumble themselves up in our heads in our sleep and come out as nightmares? I don't like them; I keep jumping up in the middle of the night and screaming into the pillow and sweating like crazy, or I wake up and think I'm still in the dream and talk to and/or lash at the air for a few seconds before I realize I'm awake. And then it takes me two hours to get back to sleep, and forty-five minutes later I wake up again. Gah.
One mildly interesting thing happened today: I found a "Where's George?" dollar bill. In the band candy bar bank. Of all places. Why does that not surprise me? (If you guys haven't heard of the "Where's George?" project, check it out: www.wheresgeorge.com. It's pretty cool.) Apparently, my dollar bill (I have named him Fredrick) has not been "tracked" by many people; the last entry was in June 2008. Fredrick was in Bay City then. He hasn't traveled very far. Soon I shall send him on his merry way. Actually, I'm thinking of taking him to Florida or Chicago with me; then he'll have REALLY been on an adventure.
An apology: I haven't been very good on commenting lately, and I'm sorry. Please forgive me. I really do try to read everybody's entries; it's just that my internet is being horrible to me. :P
Tryouts were yesterday for Oklahoma. I think I did well. There was only one other girl there who could actually sing, but there's another audition on Saturday, so we'll see. *crosses fingers*
I'm going to try and get some sleep. Talk to you all later.