About two days before my holiday ended, say around the 23rd of July, I started having whacky dreams again. After two weeks of holidays and dream-free sleep. I don’t mind dreams, but when they get to that epic scale of saving people from drowning because their ship caught fire (you read that right) or dealing with meeting a baby half-brother, who is also coloured, whom your parents didn’t tell you about (my mind reels)… Then it gets a little tiring.
I’ve also been sleeping for longer because first i was on holiday and now im sick, so my dreams even feel longer.
Going to make muffins on saturday, so let’s hope I sleep peacefully thru saturday night.
Oh, cuteness supreme, the boyman came over last night and cooked dinner for me and brought me cough syrup and was over all just adorable. Saturday hes introducing me to his mates, cos i only know like two of them. Am absolutely shit scared. They are all in first year and are apparently hardcore party animals.
Marty the nun trembles in fear.I’m going to seem like such an innocent, virgin, teetotaller LOSER!!!aaaaaargh
Right. Off to the library now, to spread my germs to all those studious young adults.