2 Alarm Clocks Failed Me. TWO.

And usually, when I over sleep, I wake up with just enough time to throw on clothes and make it to my class. This time, I had enough time to throw on clothes and get to my second class on time.

TWO ALARM CLOCKS FAILED TO GO OFF!

That is what I get for going to bed at a decent hour: nightmares that wake me up an hour after I get to bed, I toss and turn for hours, get convinced that there are fleas in my bed, think about taking a shower and changing the sheets, go, no, you need to sleep, ignore your neuroses, look at the clock, realize it's five in the morning, think, 'at this point, I should just get up and write fanfic,' and then I fall asleep and miss the one hard class with the ass of a teacher.

I tell this to my mother in the grocery store as we buy parsley, and she goes, "That's a classic anxiety dream. You're really distraught."

Me: "WHAT? I'M NOT DISTRAUGHT! WHAT WOULD YOU SAY THAT? I THINK IF I WERE DISTRAUGHT I'D FEEL MORE UPSET."

Her: *gestures* Do you realize that your voice-

Me: I KNOW MY VOICE WENT UP BUT MY POINT STILL STANDS.

Also, some random meta on Avatar vids that I thought about on the drive home:

( At This Point, I Think In Fives )