Hit the sack at 2130 and woke up at 0800.
THREE night terrors, two bathroom trips, change tshirt twice, woke up once for know reason thinking about work.
Typical night.
That's why I stopped writing about them.
But, had one dream that was too bad. Some how I wound up on stage with Taylor Swift, who was using me as a bench when she was playing a show. And I was staring at her ankles, legs, shoes, and tatoos. (As far as I know, she's not know to have any. But what do I know.)
After her set, she bent down and kissed me. It smelled like Cinnebon. (Is that sexual?)
No wonder my Mom and Dad were fruit cakes.
That one didn't upset me at all. Except that it ended.
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