And so, Sunday comes...

"And so, Sunday comes...not much better than it was..."

Yes, that's a Moist quote.

I feel kind of blah today, which is kind of like how I felt yesterday, and the days before that. It's Spring, shouldn't I feel...effervescent or something?!

Maybe it's just exhaustion talking.

Yesterday, I fell asleep at 7PM, woke up at midnight, rolled over and went back to sleep. Or at least tried. I basically tossed and turned until about 7AM, then got up for work.

I did have a peculiar dream, though. I was deep underwater, swimming down, and realized I had gone down too deep...and was running out of air. In the dream, I panicked and tried to surface but couldn't seem to get there. I remember watching my last bubbles of air floating in front of me, and realized I was about to drown. Lungs burning, I reflexively took a breath, expecting to feel water rush into them, and then horrible suffocation.

Oddly, it felt like water, but soothed my lungs like air. I remember how weird and surprising it felt to take several experimental breaths, and not be drowning. At which point I think that's when I woke up.

How's that for a wet dream?

*chuckles*