Tuesday, May 20, 2014

Sleep journal

"The brother's mom is the fricking head symbol thing of the policy" 
That is the sentence I wrote in my journal last night. I have been pretty sick the past couple of days, and I guess sickness messes up my brain. Sleepwalking and even sleep talking aren't things I really usually do, but last night I vaguely recall sitting up in bed, urgently grabbing my journal and a pencil off the floor, and flipping to my last entry to scribble down this sentence. I have no idea what this could have possibly meant to my sleeping self or why I was so desperate to write it down. Still, it's pretty funny.

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