Today i woke up around 1pm. I don't have any work to do so whatever, right? Still, it makes me feel kinda pathetic when i know i'm spending more hours asleep than i am awake. I hate how hard it is for me to pull myself out of the haze every morning. Even getting up this late there's a battle to break free of whatever dream world i'm in, to face reality. I wonder if i could wake up earlier if i didn't dream? I get so lost in the story, in whatever's going on in there; it feels more vivid than life itself. And it's cheaper than a movie, matinee or no. Though going to the movies i'd probably get sick of the same storyline of running, hiding, escaping some unseen pursuers... Always on the move, always fighting.
I was in the military again last night. Or at least being protected by a team. Between starts of wakefulness we had to move out of the hotel room we were holed up in and into a cabin on a ship. For some reason it was significant that the ship had a washer and dryer. There go my chores, infiltrating even my dreams. I'm a freakin homemaker who dreams about being Jason Bourne, go figure.
I guess i should do something. For some reason i forgot to get bread and cheese yesterday so i am hoping the corner store will be stocked and i'll just stick my fingers in my ears when they ring up the price. That counts for getting out of the house, right? Saying hi to the corner store guy? Ugh.