So as good as yesterday was, last night's dreams were horrendous.
As I was drifting off to sleep I had one of those in-between-good-sleep-and-awake dreams. I dreamed a man in a black hoodie was standing over my bed. A menacing man indeed. I jerked (literally) awake and stared into the darkness before I flopped back down into the horizontal position and shivered like a mofo.
Second dream wasn't any better. In this dream there were two men who were sending letters to my mother and me threatening to kill us both on a certain night. Not sure why they were telling us ahead of time, but no one took it seriously. My mother didn't, the police didn't. I stayed awake, huddled in a corner, with a weapon, ready to pounce. But I woke up before I had the chance to die.
Let's hope tonight's dreams are full of puppies and pretty shiny things.
Watching: House....the "Autopsy" episode...*sniffle*...so sad.
Edit: 12:20 and I can't sleep. Bugger bugger bugger! Had planned to get up early, but at this rate it might not happen. Medicinal assistance would be good right now, but it's too late for all that. I'd be all draggy in the morning. Shit.
Son of edit: Ugg. Vomit. (I didn't...it's just a saying.)
Listening: "Pieces"...Rascal Flatts