sleeeeeeeeeep

..funny how on our days off we wake at the crack of dawn, yet when we have to get up it is such a struggle.  Think internal dialogue.  "Five more minutes, five more minutes" "If I don’t get a shower before class I can sleep another hour!".. "If I smack the snooze button I got 9 more minutes…so let’s move the alarm a little closer, there on the drawer ledge, so I wont have to *stretch* so far"…Sunday, the one day I can sleep in what happens? You guessed it.  I hate the whole feeling of waking up.  The slow slide to conscious thought.  Like swimming to the surface. You know your waking up and shit.shit.shit. you still want to sleeeeeep.There is nothing worse than trying to slip back into dreamland when your body says "Yes! Yes! Let’s go back!" but your mind says "Oh HELL NO! there is laundry.a.car.that.needs.worked.on.oh.christ.I.might.have.to.go.to.Walmart.Get Up! Get up!there.is.Shit.To.Do." 

I’m up, I’m doing that shit, but for the record I’d much rather be sleeping.

Oh. I had a dream my mom (who is passed away) brought home a baby girl. My mom and dad were all ga-ga over this baby they adopted. She was beautiful and I wanted her to be mine. ..I was pissed at my mom again for doing this. Bizarre. Dreams, real life it doesnt matter I’ll always be pissed at my mother.