A word of advice: It is better to give someone aid, than it is to give someone AIDS. Think about it.

I got off work nice and early today, but then I wasted it by taking a nap. Of course, if I hadn’t I wouldn’t be awake now, so who knows what the correct choice was? Not me.

Haiku!

Alarm clock ringing.
Soon is time for pottery.
Clay people rise up!

And with that, I bid another wasted day farewell and hope that the Langoliers enjoy it to the last drop.

Somehow I managed to forget until I walked into the building that I have two days off now. Granted, they’ll go by so much faster than I want and I won’t get as much done as I’d like, but somehow forgetting about them makes them even sweeter right now.

And how better to start them, then get five and a half hours of sleep?

Suppose a serial killer is after you, but just as he’s about to lunge and kill you, he is caught in a bear trap. Would you then be worried about potential bear attacks that the trap could have prevented?

I’m procrastinating more than I used to. That’s not a good thing. I’ll have to get on that. Unfortunately, it’ll have to wait. Right now, I’m thinking I could use some sleep.

I’m going to sleep early. How does that affect you? Well, in sleep I’ll be using less oxygen than I would if I were awake. You’re welcome.

Mostly, I’m just tires, so I’ve nothing to say.

I fell asleep early last night and ended up sleeping for twelve hours or so. Normally I’d be bothered by how much time that takes up, but I was lucky enough to have a bunch of strange dreams in that time, so it wasn’t a complete waste.

First I dreamt that I was back in high school. Not the high school I actually went to, but some made-up dream high school. I didn’t do the work I was supposed to do and the teacher was so disturbed by that that he asked me “What are you?”. Before too long I dropped out and spent the remaining bulk of that dream cleaning out my locker and packing more than two backpacks of goods to take home with me.

After waking up a little bit I fell back to sleep and this time some guy wanted me to meet with him at a local hospital that was apparently located in a mall. I had to take a bus to get there and I was apparently not too interested in actually going to meet this guy. So I was dilly-dallying at the bus stop. Some guy who was going to the same place I was was also there. Across the street from us, waiting for a bus going the opposite direction was Robin Hood. So we were hanging around the bus stops talking when suddenly Robin Hood warns us about something. We turn around and see a bunch of flying horses heading our way. The dream used some sort of cutaway to a scrapbook to introduce me to the people riding the horses, a group of celebrities, plus the guy who wanted me to meet up with him. It seems he had somehow detected my lack of desire to meet with him (and it seems the celebrities were part of that meeting) so he was now out to kill me and the other guy at the bus stop. We both ran down the sidewalk and I’m pretty sure Robin Hood got trampled when the horses swooped in for us. There was some sort of cabinet on the sidewalk and me and my fellow runner tried to hide in it. That’s pretty much it.