i slept in and in and in and now i’m afraid i won’t be able to get out. i think i’m bound to be stuck in the mixed up jumbled dream world i experienced last night.

dreams about work, showering with my clothes on, affairs with a married co-worker, green airplanes, being cold shouldered by the boy i like in favor of a redhaired french girl who played scrabble. . . and then there’s the stuff that didn’t even make sense.

i hate when i can’t quite wake up.