Got woken out of the soundest sleep I’ve had so far this week by a fucked up dream about aliens preserving people as walking brain stalks and my cat dying only to remember there was a letter from the IRS in my mailbox.
Did I drag my sleepy ass out at 12:30am to go get it? Yes I did. Was it anything important? No it the fuck was not. But now I’m wide awake from the anxiety spike and three more hrs I should be sleeping.
At least today is super Friday and then I am on vacation for three weeks.
And of course I can’t get back to sleep.
