Sunday, 21 June 2009

I have problems

I keep talking in my sleep. This isn't something new, I've done it my whole life, but recently, I've started blurring the lines of dream and reality.

The story goes a little like this:

My mother walks into the room, 9am, and I am asleep. 'Wake up' she says.

'SHUT THE HELL UP -' I reply '- I'M TALKING TO LUCAS!'

My mother, confused and addled says -'Oh, okay, but where is he?'

'CAN'T YOU SEE? HE'S RIGHT HERE!' (Here I smash my hand painfully against the wall.)

'I'm afraid you might be dreaming this.'

'I DON'T BLOODY CARE IF I'M DREAMING OR NOT, I'M TALKING TO LUCAS!'

This is not good. This is not good at all. I'm going to have to fix this somehow.

On a different note - Lordie, I actually made a second post. Happy fathers day to all the fathers out there who could be bothered to see their children or had a legitimate reason not to.

Love from Izzie.

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