Today was definitely one of those days where I just did not want to get out of bed. My bed was very very warm and cozy and my room was a bit chilly. Plus I was having good (though bizarre) dreams. Plus, it’s Monday. Who ever wants to get out of bed on Monday? Is it wrong that I start each day by asking myself how long it is until the weekend?
Apparently my life is very much intruding on my dreams. I had some very strange dreams last night (involving, among other things, a girl who was on the same prescription as me dying because she took the prescription, then drank alcohol). But the main one that got me thinking was one where I was at some sort of casino and I was with this guy and he kept betting really high amounts of money. So I finally am like, “Why are you betting so much? You’re going to lose it all!” and I’m really concerned and upset. And he looks at me, and goes through a little speech that culminates with “I love you.” It all made sense at the time and was very sweet and we kissed and awww. Except he was being chased by Jean Reno, who was a cop. Clearly I’ve gone into a phase of being attracted to morally ambiguous men. This is what I get for watching French Kiss and liking Kevin Kline, watching Buffy and liking Spike, and watching Jesus Christ Superstar and liking Judas. I need help. And a boyfriend.
Current song in my head:
“Stuck in a Moment” by U2