Slide on over and accept fate: it's bound to be a powerful thing.
I feel still woozy. Could be the tea, could be the lack of substance food. Could be anything, really.
But you know what? I had a nightmare last night. It involved Jake, a HUGE moth and spiders. In the end, the spiders ate me. Which was absolutely horrible. I still feel really creeped out about it, and i don't want to go back to bed, even though I am completely and absolutely exhausted.
I woke up this morning, completely and utterly convinced that it was Friday, adn that (joy of all joys) i could sleep in on saturday. Not so. It's thursday. Stupid thursday. Getting in the way of my friday.

Seven Days.