A Night I'd Like to Forget. What a stupid evening I had yesterday. I wasn't feeling especially well→[More:] when I left work for home and really didn't feel like cooking, so I picked up some takeout and ate it as soon as I got home. I then sat in front of the TV for a few minutes, and promptly dozed off. (This was at about 5:30 pm.) After an hour or so, I got up and laid back down on my bed, fully clothed, including shoes. After another hour or two, I woke up enough to undress and get underneath the covers. The rest of the night was spent in this weird half-sleep that I sometimes get into when I'm not feeling well, where I slip into disturbing dreams and then wake up, but not enough to break out of the dream, and it'll repeat with some variation, and I'll wake up, rinse and repeat. I don't really remember what they were about, but they contained elements of Hitler, Santa Claus, American Football, A Call of Cthulhu RPG scenario I've been thinking about lately, and this weird wall that you have to climb by stabbing knives into it, and it bled.

The only time I woke up enough to get out of bed was about midnight; I wandered into the kitchen and decided what I needed was a bowl of yogurt and a cup of tea.