I woke up. :(
I lived a dream for two nights this weekend. I was in love with a beautiful tenor named Camille with a beautiful voice, and I was a baroness living in Paris in the 1900's..
And then on Sunday morning, I woke to find that the clock had struck midnight, it was 2010, and I was once again a sleep deprived college senior. With a guy friend named Jonathan who was no longer my lover.
And to top it all off, we were in Macon, Georgia instead of Paris, France. And I had lots of bleeping homework to catch up on. What kind of sick joke is this?
I'm so depressed.
I guess living it for two days is better than never at all, right? :(