What . . . the hell?
So, apparently my subconscious did not like the idea of sleeping alone in my room, because I woke up this morning to a mess. At some point during my sleep, I must have decided that I needed booby-traps. When I arose, there was a chair by the door again, and another one right near it that just didn't quite make it the whole way. I had my backpack and a text book propped against the door, along with my pencil holder, my keys, and Megan's can of WD-40. Megan's monthly calendar was ripped from the wall, and I found her hammer under my pillow.
What the HELL was I doing? I sincerely hope I don't keep up this sleep-walking stuff, because I'm kind of afraid that I'm going to wander out of the house and into the street. I might actually start tying my feet to the bed or something.
Anyway, I'm heading down town with my mother today (always fun) and then we're picking up Justine. It's kind of ridiculous that we live 10 minutes away from each other, but are both so busy that we don't see one another for a month at a time. That all ends today!
That's all. But if you have any suggestions about sleep-walking, please let me know, because I'm getting ready to go to a doctor about it. It can't be healthy, right?
What the HELL was I doing? I sincerely hope I don't keep up this sleep-walking stuff, because I'm kind of afraid that I'm going to wander out of the house and into the street. I might actually start tying my feet to the bed or something.
Anyway, I'm heading down town with my mother today (always fun) and then we're picking up Justine. It's kind of ridiculous that we live 10 minutes away from each other, but are both so busy that we don't see one another for a month at a time. That all ends today!
That's all. But if you have any suggestions about sleep-walking, please let me know, because I'm getting ready to go to a doctor about it. It can't be healthy, right?