late nights, bright lights

For the first time in the history of my days off, I was up before noon simply because I couldn't sleep.

Weird.

I dreamt about high fives and tiny knapsacks.

I can't even begin (at this point) to explain the stupid of me. I think things, and I say things. And I only say about 1/8 things I think. And about 1/2 of the time, it's still too much of me talking!!

I said something in... jest? Maybe sarcasm. Irony or bitter self-loathing. Something like that.

And get a few rounds of tequila in me and didn't that come back to haunt me!?

...Def. not as bad as I thought going into it.

No details, not now. Not here. But one day, world, one bright, shiny day.

...No but seriously. How do I manage breathing and thinking at the same time? Sometimes I feel so dumb. Just like... unreal situations, every day of my life.

A fucking nun called me a cunt! What the hell! Only me.

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A lot of ellipses chillin' up in here.

Srsly though, there are worse things I could do (have done). ;)

Last night, I didn't sleep well. I went to bed late, got up early and had the most awful dream about car crash. I thought it was because of a ficlet I was writing, but now that I've had a chance to catch up on the weekend news, I just feel really sick.

Two students from my residence last year were killed last night by a transport truck on their way back from Sudbury. Very scary stuff. The guy's cousin is also really good friends with a bunch of my friends, so none of them are that far removed.

I'm surprisingly shaken up, given that I knew them, but didn't fully know them.

Bless you both, and I hope Amanda comes out of this alright.