#hate dreaming

So let's start with the fact that I am seriously considering insomnia. Reason being: I can't stand dreaming anymore. For like the past year I've had nothing but nightmares, and I thought that sucked, but no. I was wrong. With nightmares, you get to wake up and everything is ok. Dreaming sucks because you dream about everything you want, and your life is perfect as long as you stay asleep. But then you wake up and everything sucks again. I tried to take a nice nap this afternoon and had to wake up from one of the best dreams I ever had, and it brought me to tears. I shouldn't need 20 minutes of recovery time after I sleep, but that's what is happening. Fuck sleep.

Now, after that I decided to try to put together my new stapler. I can now cross off putting a staple almost the whole way through my thumb from my list of injuries I was bound to get in my life. That thing fucking hurt.

And just when I start to love my roommates, something has to happen to ruin it. Just discovered a perfectly round hole burnt into the comforter on my bed, more than likely from someone smoking something while sitting on it. Pissed. Also positive that someone has been sleeping in my bed. No one understands how OCD my bed is made, I can tell when someone was in it, no matter how hard you try to put the pillows back the way I left them. Also, everyone has a smell, and my bed smells different. Thanks for extremely invading my personal space.

To top off this lovely day, I decided to text a friend to cheer me up a bit. Gotta love when you text someone and say, "Hey, are you busy? I need someone to talk to." and they say "Sure, I'm not busy." and then the conversation is over after like 4 messages? Thanks for being there for me.