I haven't been sleeping very well lately. be it insomnia, constant waking up, even sleepsweating(my new room has terrible ventilation and when I forget to leave the door open it turns into an oven). Even last week I was caught sleepwalking again. Which is unfortunate. I haven't slept walked since I was in highschool. Which made me pretty sure it was all my bottled up teenage angst. Which means I'm bottling up my angst again. Or perhaps its something else entirely. Anyway, the point is that I ended up sleeping ten hours today. Like during the day. It's my day off so thats okay.

The issue is my dreams generally focused on regrets of mine. They are many. I have to admit. Lost loves and bad choices. I was on as sort of dream quest to fix these things. Which, while noble in pursuit, the nature of most regret is that you can only deal with it yourself. Large choices in your life cannot often be unmade. Which may be my subconscious's point. Anything repaired can only be done by forgiving yourself. I admit lately I've been avoiding making any choices that would upset my life in any way, but that's wrong. I don't flourish in such an environment. I'm more of a challenge through adversity kind of guy. So what am I doing settling into a life?

I don't know. I guess some things have to change.