sleeping is giving in
Today, my brain is trying to get out of my head via my eyeballs and my whole insides are in revolt at the thought of movement or food or anything else.
I spent all night going slowly crazy. Every time I fell asleep I got entangled in a vicious nightmare whereby a Venetian man tricked me into getting into a speeding tram and then locked me in the driver's booth with no way of getting out or slowing down. Each time I leapt out the window and skidded across the tarmac, and each time I tried to phone the authorities to warn them about the tram but then realised I hadn't unlocked my phone for use in a foreign country and the call wouldn't connect.
Then the man would see me in the street and start chasing me again.
Sometimes I got a different dream, where a colleague suddenly pointed out that a set of numbers weren't quantities but were in fact percentage splits. Unichem didn't want 555 units of Ceterizine 12s; they wanted a 55:50 split between Ceterizine and Loratadine and I hadn't got it.
But today is Meet A Murderer Day, so I don't want to go home even though I'm useless, because we'll all miss out on an important bonding session :(
I spent all night going slowly crazy. Every time I fell asleep I got entangled in a vicious nightmare whereby a Venetian man tricked me into getting into a speeding tram and then locked me in the driver's booth with no way of getting out or slowing down. Each time I leapt out the window and skidded across the tarmac, and each time I tried to phone the authorities to warn them about the tram but then realised I hadn't unlocked my phone for use in a foreign country and the call wouldn't connect.
Then the man would see me in the street and start chasing me again.
Sometimes I got a different dream, where a colleague suddenly pointed out that a set of numbers weren't quantities but were in fact percentage splits. Unichem didn't want 555 units of Ceterizine 12s; they wanted a 55:50 split between Ceterizine and Loratadine and I hadn't got it.
But today is Meet A Murderer Day, so I don't want to go home even though I'm useless, because we'll all miss out on an important bonding session :(
posted by Lucy at 10:36 am
4 Comments:
No more cheese before bed.
Ill give you a pound for the film rights to all your dreams
Last night I dreamt that Donna and I left Zoe on her own for half an hour while we watched Atonement in a private wooden chalet, only she knew what we'd done and was so incredibly furious that I woke up in fear in case she smothered me in my sleep.
Its a Rom Com
$5
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