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Had a terrible time sleeping last night. I tossed and turned the whole time and had really crazy freaky dreams. By five thirty I was fed up and started to read instead, hoping it would help me. But by the time I started to feel drowsy enough my dad came in and we got into a huge argument because apparently, my sleeping habits really piss him off.
I don't know why he was in such a bad mood. He wasn't the one staring at the ceiling for half a night, praying for sleep.
In any case, it's after eight in the morning and I am too mad and wound up to fall asleep. Crap. Of course, once the adrenalin from the sleep wears off I'm probably gonna want to crash, which would just piss him off more.
I don't know why he was in such a bad mood. He wasn't the one staring at the ceiling for half a night, praying for sleep.
In any case, it's after eight in the morning and I am too mad and wound up to fall asleep. Crap. Of course, once the adrenalin from the sleep wears off I'm probably gonna want to crash, which would just piss him off more.
