back in the 973

so i got back on saturday. slept the whole time on the plane and the ride back...and from 4 pm in the afternoon to 9:30 am in the morning on sunday. then i slept that night from 10 pm to 9:30 monday morning.

i had the most [insert adjective here] dream last night. it was amazing while having it, but terrible when i woke up. it seems almost embarrassing to write anything specific about it. but if i'm going to keep having these sorts of dreams, i'll never want to wake up, but when i do, never want to sleep for knowledge of what i'll feel like when i wake up. i guess it's kinda like getting drunk. it was great while it lasted, but it sucks when you wake up. a dream hangover, if you will.

sigh. cure me of dreams.