{the story of a girl}

Monday, January 07, 2008


I've been sick since the beginning of December with only a few days of feeling well here and there. This weekend, finally, I began to feel normal again (well, normal for me, anyway). So, I began NyQuil Detox '08. Let me preface this by saying I usually do not need any help sleeping; I'm a sleep whore. I can pretty much fall asleep anywhere, anytime, in any situation. Being sick though, I need all the help I can get; hence, my abuse of NyQuil. The funny thing is, on NyQuil I don't dream. At all. So, last night (the first night of my detox), I had a couple of insane dreams which consisted of me raising a 17 year-old and traveling to Mexico with my mother. It's not really the content of the dreams that was crazy, but rather the fact that the 17 year-old was older than me and my mother had day-glow orange hair and was collecting cockroaches on the beach.



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