Rêvassez

Still up.

Why?

I don't know. Probably insomnia or something. I really should get to sleep, and half of me wants to sleep, but the other half is racing around, doing something, probably complaining.

About what?

My current annoyances and frustrations. Namely, the heat in the apartment, my AIM's insistence on signing me off for 5 minutes at a time every 5-30 minutes without telling me that my messages aren't going through, schoolwork. Thinking over my day, I'm also still amazed that someone would actually hit me in pilates class (not like a punch, but still an invasion of space).

Ah. I see.

Yeah... I don't know what's keeping me awake. Maybe it's the sensory overload from the bright bathroom lights, the smoke filtering in from the hall, the loud white noise of the fan, my stomach growling and begging for more pretzels.

Well, did you get anything done?

Sure, I got stuff done. I can cross another entry off the list. I did Thursday's securities reading. At least what I think is Thursday's securities reading. Maybe I should stop being such a conscientious school reader. I never was before.

You got that right.

After all, I still have that paper looming over my head threatening to destroy my sanity.

Yes, you do.

And the MPRE, which I absolutely have to pass this time around because I really don't want to take that standardized test twice.

Uh huh, sure. You've got plenty of time.

I wonder if tomorrow will be any cooler than today in this apartment.

You're changing the subject.

I don't want to talk about school-related topics. Anything but homework, schoolwork, papers, tests, problem sets... why why why is law school 3 years long?

No idea. They just want to torture you personally. (sarcastically) Everyone's out to get you.

Bullshit.

It's a conspiracy.

This isn't normal.

What's not normal?

Having conversations with myself at 5:46 am, and willingly continuing the conversation for the sake of my own amusement when I could be doing much more productive things like trying to sleep.

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Yes, I am amused by my conversation with myself. This is what happens when you daydream in dialogue all these years. Lots and lots of dialogue. But I promise you, the stuff I normally daydream in dialogue is much more exciting and much more well-written than this. But hey, when it's almost 6 am and you've been up for 20+ hours, and have nothing going on in life but schoolwork, the dialogue gets a little dry.

I've just been inspired. To daydream. In dialogue. To post. We'll see what comes of this. For now, I'm actually going to try to sleep. And dream away.