Day 215 of San Diego

I am way too emotional for my own good. 

I thought I wrote a post yesterday. I stayed up until two in the morning chatting with a friend on IMVU. Mason slept over Skype. I had time to write one. I guess I didn't have an interest in doing so. 

My life is... uhh... 

I'm wishing upon a better day. Maybe even days. Maybe even weeks and months and years. But the universe might think I'm greedy if I ask to live a long and peaceful existence. 

I hardly did anything today. It's my fault, nobody else's. I tried finding people to talk to on IMVU, yet I didn't have a decent conversation until seven in the evening. 

Oh yea; I also had nightmares last night. I blame eating food before falling asleep. Usually when I eat food prior to bedtime, I have dastardly nightmares. 

Last night's nightmare was about me messing with an old lady who lived alone in an old black house. I messed with her once and she became extremely angry. I ran away, back to where I supposedly stayed, when my senses told me the old woman was coming for me. I hesitated, but managed to conjure up the courage to face the old woman. I ran downstairs to meet her. She stormed up the steps. Before she smacked into me, she disappeared, and a horrifically dramatized screaming face appeared in front of mine. It's mouth was open three times the length and the eyes were squinty but wicked. The face screamed at me. I panicked and ran off. Yet I couldn't get away from the face. It appeared every couple of seconds. I tried spooking it by screaming back at it, but that didn't work. The only thing that worked was when I closed my eyes. Once I closed my eyes though, I woke up. 

My heart was pounding. My eyelids flickered, not wanting to close. My brain was too afraid to fall into another dark slumber. It was about four in the morning. I think I checked the time. Or, it felt like four in the morning. 

Finally, about another ten minutes passed and my body relaxed again, putting me under without anymore nightmares. 

I'll try to post tomorrow. If not... too bad.

;)

Here's a picture of me with the giant food bowl of nightmares I built in the middle of the night. It's filled with Doritos and Gold Fish: