I should be asleep right now…I will in a bit, I suppose. It’s 2am by the time I’m through my tea and combing craigslist for jobs and creeps it should be 3, maybe almost 4am.

Sometimes I have periods where I start having bizarre dreams. So bizarre that I can’t always seperate reality from what is not reality. I’ve literally walked around my apartment for thirty minutes half dreaming half waking in the past…it’s weird. My dreams aren’t far out shit involving Russian royalty, I will dream up buying a sandwich at the bodega and open the fridge later in the day wondering why it isn’t there. I will conversations with people and then wonder why they don’t remember them. Maybe I don’t do enough living during the day so I am over compensating.

The other afternoon I dreamt that I had a German boyfriend and he didn’t speak English so we communicated by him dancing to Hot Chip, I found this throughly distressing and woke in a sweat wondering what the fuck was going on.

Listening to Hot Chip will never be the same for me…