Nostalgia Strikes.

I remember when I was a kid, sometimes I'd wake up and it would be midnight, and my parents were still up... and it felt SO STRANGE, like I'd woken up at the end of the world or something. Everything felt completely still except the room where my parents were, like being on an island in the middle of limbo. It was a cool feeling, and I felt somehow special to be awake at those times. I was even more special when I got out of bed and sleepily padded into the kitchen to say hello to my folks.

Arrrrrrruuugggggh.

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...That is all.

Sesame Street's The Count

THREE! THREE O'CLOCK! AH-AH-AH-AH!

...But I am making progress. I promise.

It's 4 o'clock, somewhere.

Okay, really I should have waited till five to make that reference. But I'm hoping to be done by five.

I had a dream, the other night, that I was entering a really deserted part of a mall (for some weird reason) and there was a guy lurking at the loading dock just past the stairs. I unwisely went to climb the stairs anyway, and he started following me. Naturally, I ran. I figured I could get to the populated part of the mall and I'd be okay, y'know?

Except, this being a dream, the two flights of abandoned stairs turned to three, then four - then it was like being in an Escher painting, because there were alternate stairs going down. And the guy was still following me. And then the stairs turned to steep ladders, and I kept climbing, and he kept climbing, and I knew, the way you know in dreams, that I was going to wind up stuck on the roof with this freak.

Fortunately, I woke up.

Unfortunately, I remembered the dream when I came to school tonight, and it was mostly deserted. And there were stairs and a loading dock. Let's just say I have locked myself IN the computer lab, and am contemplating staying till five or six anyway, just so it'll be light out. ;_;

Ngh.

Brain mush. Poster done (at least until my advisor tells me to revise). Supposed to be back here in 3 hours. Seriously contemplating just not leaving at all.

Nah. Hell with that. Three hours of sleep is better than none.

Yay! Joy.

*thud*