A coworker of mine suggested I participate in the SantaCon this weekend.
I never fell asleep last night. That’s not really healthy, but sometimes, I just can’t sleep. I think I’m going to bed very, very, vewy soon.
Two nights ago — the last night I slept — I had a disturbing dream about having disappointed someone. I hate disappointing people.
Having new bedsheets is nice. Having new clothes is also nice. Knowing that I’ll be receiving via UPS a new pair of shoes tomorrow to replace my older black ones that have started to fall apart is nice as well.
I’d rather have your dream about disappointing people than the dream I had last night, which involved Charles Manson. And accidentally killing a goldfish.
At least you and Charles didn’t accidentally kill a person… or multiple people.