Do you ever have one of those days when you wake up and can't remember your dream, but you have the feeling it was a good dream and no matter if it was or wasn't you'd rather just go back to that dream than face the real world? I think I'm having one of those years.

I don't remember what I dreamed last night. I have a feeling it was about grey's anatomy, and I have a feeling it's becasue I've spent the last three days watching it non stop. I also have the feeling that it was really bizzar and it's probably better that I don't go back to that paticular dream, but I still want to. I have the feeling that anything would be better than this feeling.

I'm starting to sound all dark and twisty inside, and I'm not meaning to. I think it's just been bottled up for so long that if I don't vent at least a little of it I'm going to explode, and exploading doesn't really sound like fun right now. Just think of the mess that would cause, and we all know Luke wouldn't clean it up. So for the moment I need to refrain from exploading. Which, of course, reminds me of the grey's anatomy episode I watched a couple hours ago... (or maybe I'm just obsessing over it so much the grey's anatomy is seeping into my life; it's already in my dreams)

My point is that I really just want to go back to sleep, but at the same time I'm afraid to dream. Ok, I didn't really meantion that part before, but it's there.

The lights in my apartment aren't working. Anything that's pluged in is fine, but anything with a switch doesn't turn out. My bathroom is landlocked in my apartment. My choices are to either pee in the dark, or pee with the door open.

Apperently being alone in my apartment all day has it's benifits. I didn't know that.

By the way, I love my cat. And I will probably die alone with a dozen more. At least, that's the way my life seems to be going.