This night was dreaming about 1) murdering my stepfather (I turned him into a quesadilla and semi-inadvertendly left him on the griddle too long - people kept asking what had happened to him and I really couldn't explain it very well - friend_of_tofu turned out to have been his probation officer) and 2) being welcomed back into the arms of my former best friend Ann Donovan and her boyfriend Randy Pape. I'm not sure which was more disturbing, but waking up and discovering I was still in the same situation I have been - utterly rejected by someone I adored for no discernable reason - still had that sting.
I'm exhausted. The cars outside my window wake me up too early and I keep having to look across the bed at the clock to see if I'm supposed to get up soon or if I still have time to try to get back to bed, which wakes me up more. I went to sleep at a not bad time (bit held up reading Dragonhaven by Robin McKinley) but was undone by being unable to actually fall asleep (the cold). I just want to stay home and sleep all day but instead I'll shuffle in. I need a quieter bedroom and an alarm clock on my side of the bed.
Tonight, Les Patineurs and the Beatrix Potter ballet at the Royal Opera House - my first show of the year (good lord, what was I waiting for, week three?). The rest of the week I'm expecting will be pretty quiet.