i should run errands.
on both my off days (tuesday and thursday, i dno't have class until 1.) this week (and last th, but i knew i was exhausted then) i've slept for ~11 hours, after setting my alarm for a reasonable hour, turning it off, and crawling back into bed. sometimes twice. and i'm still exhausted and sleepy after 11 hours, and getting not-awful amounts of sleep the other days of the week. this is not cool, and i am starting to be vaguely worried. i wonder if eating would help. this weekend i will go and buy milk and bread and start eating real food during the day. really really really.
today's dreams:
there was one in which a large number (12? 14?) of kittens, all colored similarly to doomkitten, had escaped from a place, and it was our [don't know who] job to retrieve them. so we wandered around a place that had so many rooms, each only connecting to two others, it felt like a video game. strange but not notable things were happening in the rooms. but i was looking for kittens, and possibly putting them into a sack. and then we were done, and we came together and looked at our collection of kittens, and [eiher it worked the first time, but the kittens escaped again, and the dream replayed, or] we'd [presumably, the other people. who may've been weird.] fucked way up, and like half the kittens were actually, like, stuffed animals of kittens, in various colours and states of disrepair, and i was irked, and the kittens were sad (why were we collecting them?) that their friends weren't there, and so we had ot og find the rest. but then i think i got tired of chasing kittens, and instead went and had...another dream, the details of which have nearly entirely fled in the telling of that one. whoops.
today's dreams:
there was one in which a large number (12? 14?) of kittens, all colored similarly to doomkitten, had escaped from a place, and it was our [don't know who] job to retrieve them. so we wandered around a place that had so many rooms, each only connecting to two others, it felt like a video game. strange but not notable things were happening in the rooms. but i was looking for kittens, and possibly putting them into a sack. and then we were done, and we came together and looked at our collection of kittens, and [eiher it worked the first time, but the kittens escaped again, and the dream replayed, or] we'd [presumably, the other people. who may've been weird.] fucked way up, and like half the kittens were actually, like, stuffed animals of kittens, in various colours and states of disrepair, and i was irked, and the kittens were sad (why were we collecting them?) that their friends weren't there, and so we had ot og find the rest. but then i think i got tired of chasing kittens, and instead went and had...another dream, the details of which have nearly entirely fled in the telling of that one. whoops.