then i woke up for reals.
same thing, but no music and it was still saturday, and i knew i had a fridge. Called friends. Canceled plans so i could stay home tonight.
a plate fell and broke for no reason, while i as in my room folding up some clothing. eerie.
suddenly it is 10:06 and here i am. stacy is napping. i just feel very wigged out and strange. the potato gnocci didnt help at all. the dirty futon matress taking up the entire floor of my bedroom does not help either. disorganization, confusion, juxtaposition of things not to be juxtaposed. i will need to go to bed soon. soon. before midnight.
i feel as if something bad is going to happen. i hate it when i get like this, because, often something does.