In bed at 10pm. Up at 3am. Back to bed at 7am. Up again at 8am. It’s a little frustrating.
At least I was entertained for part of it. During the second round of sleep, I found myself dreaming of Cocoa Beach, Florida (no idea why–I’ve never been there or anything–but it might have something to do with my childhood fascination with Larry Hagman on I Dream of Jeannie). Anyway, I was staying with Tom Chase–yes, that Tom Chase–who was acting as my real estate agent or something while I looked for a suitable summer beach house for Jonno and me. Tom went down to the basement to throw in a load of laundry, and when he came back, he suddenly noticed that I had an unfinished tattoo of a parrot that covered nearly all of my left thigh. I, of course, was terrified; in my book, parrots fall into the same category as unicorns do as far as tattoo subject matter is concerned: avoid them at all costs. Gradually I calmed down and went to pay my electric bill. Then I woke up.
It seems silly enough, but I checked my leg when I got out of bed, just to make sure. It was that intense.
Funny thing though: my electric bill’s due Wednesday, and I’d completely forgotten. Creepy, no?
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