With barely two hours of sleep, I awoke from a dream fighting.
Apparently, my Dad and ex-brother had been following me, trying to keep me from leaving town… which I was trying to do bogged down both by carrying a twin-sized box springs and trying to explain to my childhood best friend how tenacious the other two were.
They’d finally caught up to me by hindering me with a cop (who, logically, they’d have had no time to speak to yet in order to set the whole thing up). Cornered, I began kicking (literally) their asses, which movement awoke me from a sleep that I’m pretty sure I still need.
Oddly enough, it reminded me that I cannot run from my commitments – which is why I now find myself struggling to stay awake so that I may write at a ridiculous pace in order to be done a certain amount of pages before midnight tonight.
Life is so dumb sometimes. It’s a good thing I’m used to it by now.