my latest self clowning: falling asleep at 11pm, again.
this is the second night in a row and the third this week that i have intended to go out and do things with friends but ended up lying down to read while i waited and fell asleep (fully clothed) instead. in tonight's case, i had the phone right next to my head and apparently slept right through it ringing. twice. i did have a pretty vivid dream though that i threw a packet of carrots/trailmix at a van being driven by John Travolta (??) because he was making fun of a group of people i was hanging out on the lawn with. he was making a joke about what was it like being around on the second day of creation (??) and after i threw the bag (denting the side of the white 15 passenger van) i walked right up to his window and told him, repeatedly and sternly, that he was a bully and an idiot and most of his movies sucked terribly.
then i woke up at 4am and here i am now, killing time, trying to make myself tired again so i can go back to sleep and maybe not wake up hours before everyone else again. this early to bed, early to rise nonsense is for losers.
then i woke up at 4am and here i am now, killing time, trying to make myself tired again so i can go back to sleep and maybe not wake up hours before everyone else again. this early to bed, early to rise nonsense is for losers.