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I think I will start using this as a dream journal, as nothing interesting ever happens in my for-real life.
First, as some background… I had to get up at 5:30 this morning for work, so in order to accomplish that, I took some NyQuil around 8:30 last night. Fell asleep around 9-ish, as expected. I woke up around midnight, which is very odd — I usually sleep at least 8 hours from NyQuil, but I guess I just wasn’t that tired. Hoping that I could get some more rest, I lay back down and tried to fall asleep again.
A bit later, I woke up, still rather bleary. Look up; it’s 4am. Ok, still kind of early, but not too bad, and this way I’ll have time to work out a little before I leave for el jobbo. I stumble out of bed, wander blearily to the kitchen to get some OJ, but when I flick the light switch, nothing happens. The light bulb must be burned out, I guess… didn’t I just change the kitchen light bulb last week? Maybe my power’s out… No, the exhaust fan is working fine.
Lurch into the living room, try the light in there; also a no-go. But again, I have power, as a little green light on my wall is going on and off as I flick the light switch. Two light bulbs burned out overnight? I start to get worried, and then I remember that I don’t have a little green light on that wall; and I don’t have an exhaust fan in my kitchen!
I realize that I must be dreaming, and so immediately wake up, and find the time to be around 1am — guess I am not getting to sleep that much tonight. It’s 9 now, and I’m knackered.
Yay me.