Not during the night though. I woke up many times and my mom said there were potatoe squares for breakfast and I couldn't keep myself sleeping when I knew they were getting cold. I had that french toast, too.
I read, and then Steve came over! It was a very long day, but I didn't mind. I didn't drive, and I guess I'm glad. I know I have to, but I don't want to think about it for the next nine days.
I took a nap and dreamed that I was running around outside of course and then I saw Luke and then a guy picked him up like a baby and shot him a bunch of times in the stomach. And I got scared. and like freakin usual, I had some odd key in my pocket. Left pocket. Really now, if there's any symbolism there, I would love to know it. My dreams all become eerily similar. Then I got trapped in some sort of gang war and didn't get shot. The girl, the italian named 15 year old, whom killed a 9 year old? She was there, sortof. And everyone seemed to be shooting at her, but I was right next to her, and didn't die. It was strange. I was really scared.
Then again, Steve was playing MW2 right next to me, maybe the reason for the guns. I then dreamed I woke up, and had red lipstick that I tried to put on, but the texture wasn't quite right and it just kept mooshing and looked bad. Steve was trying to convince me to get an account on a skype-like site, which is very unlike him. And Jon was laughing. Like usual. I then woke up for real, confused why Steve was not on the computer, and I was not holding any lipstick. I was warm because when I have nightmares, I get warm. And though this was a bit ridiculous of a nightmare, I guess I'm just a tad dramatic. Steve commented that Luke had asked where I was when I was absent, and he made it kinda funny because it was completely random obviously that Luke was in my dream and he probably only asked because I'm usually hovering behind Steve, all the time. My absence is almost always noted.
I've been coughing today. My throat has no soreness, just a persistant tickle. All day, and not in a row. Just annoying, really. I feel contaminated.
We played MW2. And I killed more Juggernauts than I bet you've ever seen! No, I'm kidding, I suck. But I did try. We ate thick spaghetti for dinner. Yummu yummy yummy. I love spaghetti. I didn't have any chicken. I feel bad. I made rice krispie treats, and they came out good. I also made popcorn, and it didn't come out that great. I dunno why. Watched Harry Potter.
I need to get off the computer maybe, and read. Or atleast finally clean the ferret cage. I'm such a dipwad.