candyland | Mar. 5th, 2008

As those of you who I left hanging in chat might have noticed, I vanished somewhere around, what, ten-thirty or eleven? My body just sort of...shut down. Like, I could not function anymore. I was trying to look up some patterns online--my knitting bag recently acquired a hole, and I thought maybe I'd make myself a new one. When you can't center the mouse pointer over the link, you know you need to be done for the night.

So I went to bed early. Yet this morning, I am exhausted. I did not sleep well.

At some point in the night, I know I grabbed the second pillow from my bed and clung to it like a teddy bear...and then I guess I must have thrown it because when I woke up it was across the room. I also recall waking up at around a quarter to midnight and being very confused because I thought I needed to get up. So I toddled in to check my email...and realized that it was still the middle of the night.

After that, I woke up pretty much every hour on the hour from three AM until my alarm went off.

And I had the most bizarre dreams, too. I dreamt about LJ (is this someone's way of telling me to take a hiatus or something?), that I'd made some sort of a post about...something. I can't remember what, though I know it was something fandom-related. And at first it was just my friends commenting...until all of a sudden a whole bunch of people I didn't know started commenting. They claimed to be from 4chan (!!!!), and it just went all crazy.

The weirdest part was one of them (and I can actually remember the username was "fandom_section") left me this really long comment about my fics. But in my dream, the words literally kept changing back and forth between praising my writing and telling me it sucked. I couldn't even read it because it kept changing.

And I never actually saw myself in the dream. It was just a computer screen--not even a keyboard or anything. The words just sort of...appeared on there while I watched. It was crazy.

But anyway...mentor meeting after school tonight, so I'll be home later than normal. Think I'll make that pasta dish for dinner and then maybe sprawl out somewhere and stare off into space. Or knit and write. Knitting and writing are also things of goodness.

Okay, gotta jet... *rooooooooolls away*

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