Breathing like one that hath a weary dream...
I just spent way too much time completely redesigning this journal. It took forever, because first I couldn't find a new layout that I liked, and then when I finally found one, I had to change all the colors to shades of blue and translate the link text to French. Then I had to find a new background and new default icon. I had wanted to use one of Abigail Breslin in Nim's Island, but I couldn't find any and had to make some myself. That's why my new icon (of Abigail swimming) isn't so good; I don't have the best photo-editing programs on this computer. Then I had to keep making more little adjustments to my journal until everything was just perfect. I won't say how long it took me, but again, it was way too long.
I took a nap in the middle of the afternoon today, which may account for the strange dream I had. I dreamed that I woke up and it was five o'clock and I had to pick my sister up from work. I was still so tired that I could barely keep my eyes open, but I tried to drive the truck to pick her up anyway. I hate literal dreams that start with waking up because later I'm not sure whether they really happened or not. At some point during my nap I woke up and thought it was really important that I drink some Coke, so I went up to the kitchen, drank some, brushed my teeth, and went back to sleep.
Last night and the night before, I tried sleeping in the burrito bed, but after that nap in the butter bed today, I don't think I can leave it again. Most comfortable bed ever.
P.S. The title of this entry is from "The Lotus-Eaters," by Tennyson, one of my favorite poems.