I've been having terrible dreams all week. Twice I've woken up in the middle of the night scared that my dreams are true. Last night I killed everyone I knew and then committed suicide. On Thursday? maybe Thursday I dreamed that Teresa was still fascinated with me and didn't know I was gay. So she keeps asking me if I like her and it was just bad. That was soooo long ago.
My sleep schedule is kind of awesome right now. I sleep from 6pmish to 2 or 3 and then get up and do homework. I did that today and it was nice because it's Saturday. I'm not sure but I've been in a good place lately for no specific reason.
Have a moment of Zen.