Blast my rebellious REM cycles!

There is a particular person, with whom I have not spoken in quite some time, who has been plaguing my dreams for the past few weeks. (And plaguing is the appropriate word.) I hate when my brain does this to me. I give the firm order not to think about it, but it just waits until I go to sleep and disobeys anyway. To call or not to call, that is the question. The answer is not, because I know how it would go, and it would not be to my satisfaction. Not nearly. It would just be much easier to stop asking the question if he would stay out of my dreams. Seriously, it’s kind of rude.

Also, I’ve lost a notebook. A particular notebook that I wouldn’t be too fond of anyone else getting ahold of. Bah!

~ by ambiguouslyexact on March 14, 2007.