nocturnal emissions
My brain has selective insomnia. That is, it only chooses to render me unable to sleep well when I'm ACTUALLY tired. Last night I tossed and turned and thougt for almost the whole night. I was asleep in some way, but not deeply. My mind was contemplating photography. Apparently I had some pretty good ideas and I woke up more than once thinking about them. Though I'm sure if I'd written any of them down I'd be shocked by my own stupidity.

It's the damn bed, it's too small. The stupid cat takes up a quarter of my space (where my leg is supposed to go) and if I give Justin and inch, he takes a friggin mile. And I'm either too hot or too cold. Now I'm sick and I'm just a whiny little tart. Grumble.

I also dreamt last night that my father was separated from my mother and working (of all places) in the hardware department of a Wal-Mart between Portland and Seattle. We stopped to see him on our way up north and he told me (last of all because my sisters already knew) that he was dating another woman. And for some reason the thought of this just made me sick. My parents have never had the best marriage and I've wished a million times that they'd just find someone else who made them happy... but the dream was upsetting if just for the weird, twisted atmosphere of it. A Wal-Mart? Eh?

And until Sunday night I hadn't had any more Dreams. Sunday there was a minor, unsettling reoccurance but it was only unsettling, nothing more. I think, for the most part, I'm finally free.