This Cowardly Lullaby...

I know I had some sort of weird dream this morning. But all I can remember of it right now is the false waking-up part near the end in which I was hanging upside down over the side of my bed with my dad standing over me looking concerned as this commercial for "Preparation Angst" played on the TV. You know; like Preparation H, only... for angst. And it was a patch like Nicorette. Yeah. What the heck? There was some weird movie theatre thing that also involved being in the house from Skeleton Key. Not quite as weird as the dream I had when I fell asleep in the middle of the afternoon yesterday, though. In which I was Hughes, despite the fact that no one could say my name (it was a running theme. Everyone called me something different. I think the most common were "Edgar" and "Zach"). And there was this orange cat that followed me around, making very bad jokes while pretending to be Garfield. Which got groans from the live studio audience. There was only a live studio audience in this one room. Where... I was visiting Roy or something. Yeah. And then I was running through these fields much like Kung Pow... and... well, it was just strange. Very, very strange. I should not let myself fall asleep in the middle of the afternoon.

I need to find something to do this afternoon. Maybe I'll finally run to the thrift store. I was going to do that yesterday, but somehow by the time people decided they were going to come with me I was caught up in the most random things online. That's what happens if I don't do anything by about three or four in the afternoon. Sigh. Maybe I'll go write or something. I saw my sister awake a little bit ago, but I think she's fallen asleep again.