FFFFuuuuu... i messed up my sleep patterns a few days ago. the FA blackout which coincided with my desire to finally do my character sheet, along with the need to find something to inspire my writing fight scenes led to a very unwise all nighter session just before i was due back for work.

result, the need to wake up at a normal yuppie time, without decidedly adequate amounts of sleep. bleargh.

I thought i'd get a perfect early night's rest tonight, but no. apparently, i will instead have a nightmare. pretty awesome one as well.

i was asleep, back at the club we used to own years ago, after hours. suddenly the music comes on, and me, half asleep still, goes 'wtf who's there'. someone gets into bed next to me, and i'm like... 'eh? sudden unexpected booty?'

no. no booty for val.

i get bit in the hand, and it hurts like fuck, by what must apparently be a zombie. or a crazy ex type person. i never did find out. i hope this doesn't keep bothering me >_>

FUCK.

then i wake up.

so here i am, making journal entries, groggy and somewhat relieved my hands are zombienom free.

they actually do hurt a little though. had a session at the driving range and combined with my sudden return to the gym, has given me blisters.

#firstworldproblems.

ugh. okay. attempt to sleep.