mood: satisfied music: 'bang, bang' by nancy sinatra

well it finally happened. i crashed. after innumerable nights spent wallowing in my own insomnial filth, i spent yesterday night making up for all of it. from 6 to 6 i was incapacitated by cycle after cycle of r.e.m. but i do have to say that i feel no different from normal, which is odd since i might as well have been clinically de.ad just a few hours ago. oh well, just something else to bring up with those friends of mine.

consequently, i had a pretty long dream last nite too. most of it i can't remember though, but some of it was brought back to memory by conversations during school today. i remember waking up at 8:26PM, 10:42PM, 3:16AM, and finally at 6:28AM to start to get ready for school. after 3:16 i had a clear memory of my dream, but afterwards there were no more dreams and a lot of forgetting. I remember something about there being a huge field that looked kind of like a farm, only without the farm. there were a big group of us and for no reason we decided to run to one end and back. i remember being so proud that i paced myself and ran the whole time, albeit not the fastest and first. later on i realized that this was almost a direct parallel with my flag football days where the warmup for each practice was to run to the far lamppost of westchester park and back. i recall being in a donut shop at some point, looking at all the different pastries there for the taking. actually i was eyeing the cruller (however you spell it), and i think it was because of a something totally random i said earlier the day before. the only other thing i remember was the presence of a devious-looking skinny guy who kept trying to foil my plans for some outlandish reason. i think it was because i was watching a tv show right before my extended nap in which there was a similar character who works for a corrupt mayor.

hmm... seems there's an explanation for everything. how boring.

---Goei---