It's too early in the morning to be this early in the morning....

It is9.59. i passed out on th couch, last nyte/this morning. Something like 5 ish. My roomate didn't wake me up. i had SEVERELY fucked up dreams, involving Portals. i don't remember anything about my dreams but that. Citibank woke me up to offer me a credit card i REALLY don't want. i'm going to go take another hour of sleep.

Talk to you all when i'm not quite so rabid.

"That boy needs therapy...."

So i had some dreams i remember, durring my one hour nap. There was this bit about there being two of my ceremonial dagger. And at one point i was still working for Mick's, had to pick up some alcohol. Bailey's and Guinness. And i was supposed to take it to Mick's, but the marta train wouldn't stop at Decatur station. Then i decided to take it all home. The i missed my stop because the lights were out ing the train, and i couldn't find the alcohol, or my book bag. So i kept making the train wait, by keeping the doors open, while i looked. Found my bag. Saw the two of my ceremonial knives. Then i woke up.