Jun 02, 2007 00:03
This house has been known to produce strange dreams. I've never remembered my sleep up until this point, which was highly disruptive for my 13 hours last night. But I do feel much better after this past week where I was working and schooling and attempting to party. No no, a very bad mix.
Kissing dreams are always so awkward. I remember them at the worst times (like when talking to someone) and they make me feel like I know a secret about the person. They also serve to remind me how single I am. I just asked my roommate her thoughts and she said "man, I really did something in my sleep!" haha.
I really like this house (I don't think it's been long enough for the L word). The bugs make me feel like I'm living in the jungle. Our toaster oven whistles. It has the "it's good to be home" vibe. Yet it only takes about 10 minutes on facebook to make me miss CA.