I hate it when I have beautiful dreams that I forget, and then strange and pensive dreams that I remember.
I had a good time gaming and hanging out with people yesterday, despite being emotionally and mentally worn out. Better yet, I managed not to do anything too stupid. Quite an accomplishment, based on the previous two days of the weekend (surprised I didn't get in about six car accidents on Saturday, I was that scatter-brained).
Got to go to lunch soon, then class at noon. I work tonight (bah!). Just another week. This will be the first week this semester where I'll have gone to a full week of classes. I was thinking about going home next weekend, too, but I don't think I could handle that. This past weekend was stressful enough. There's something about being home that's vaguely uncomfortable or just downright weird. Maybe it's just the thought that after a while, I won't ever go back to that house. I won't drive that direction on a regular basis anymore. It's just weird. I'm kinda sad about it, but I don't know what to do about that.
I should be reading, but I don't feel like it. I feel like it should still be the weekend, and I should have nothing to do today but screw around and see people in the evening. Obviously, that's not the case. Drat.
Where's the rewind button on this weekend thing?