So I got roughly two hours of sleep last night and normally that would send most sensible people running for the hills, I have to say that, surprisingly, I felt really good this morning when the alarm finally went off.

It was kind of like being in my very own bizarro world for a while.

I did end up crashing at about nine this morning and took a two hour nap and can I just say? I have the weirdest dreams when I take morning naps.  Seriously.

This particular dream came about after I got a text message from Will begging me to bring one of his textbooks to campus after my nap (which is not as annoying as it sounds since I had planned on heading downtown to return books to the library).  I do not know what to make of it:

I had packed my backpack full of all of the books that I needed to take back to the library and I thought I had Will’s textbook and the bag? It was CRAZY heavy.  Oh my god.  So I took the train into downtown and as soon as I got off the train I realized that I did not actually have Will’s textbook with me and that I needed to take the train all the way back home to get it.  This, as you could imagine, did not please me–not just because it meant an extra forty minutes of my time getting chewed up, but because it meant that I had to take myself and my heavy ass backpack across the tracks to catch the return train.  This was a perilous endeavor because it was a raised train stop and a storm had blown a bunch of crap onto the tracks and platforms and I couldn’t tell where the edges of the platforms were.  So of course, I get across the tracks without getting hit by a train only to immediately lose my footing and fall ass backward into a giant mud puddle.  This puddle was crazy deep and my backpack was way too heavy and I couldn’t get it off and for a minute I was afraid I would drown because the mud puddle was deep enough that I could fall really far down into it–think Meredith Grey drowning in Puget Sound deep mud puddle action.  Except then, somehow I was out of the puddle and standing, dripping in thick mud, in front of a community center with showers.  And I decided that I wanted to shower all of the mud off before I went back to the train stop and started home.  This?  would have been a wise decision except that the “private shower stalls” did not have locking doors and whenever I would start to…disrobe, Kevin Pollack would stick his face in and be all “hey, whatcha doin?” and trying to sneak a peek of some boobie action.  Or something.  And I ended up not being able to take a proper shower but had to shower in my clothing (and backpack for some reason) and it wasn’t a productive shower at all.  And then I woke up.

I swear to God, the first thought I had upon waking up was not “wow, that was a weird dream” but “eff you Kevin Pollack and your peeping tom tendencies! What the hell?!?”  And even though it makes no sense, I have somehow stayed incredibly pissed off at Kevin Pollack all day.

Thoughts?