I slept for 10 hours last night. 9:30 lights-out. Had a crazy, super-detailed dream about pod-people. In it, I was in high school (though it was actually set in a dreamworld version of my elementary school), and I started noticing people acting strangely. Too pleasant, but in that sinister way... like in that really bad Katie Homes movie (or is it biopic?) Disturbing Behavior. I started hearing screams from the bathrooms, then everybody would come out acting like everything was fine. Weird shit like that. Jason was all wearing a varsity jacket, and when I tried to tell him, he attacked me by trying to shove his pointy, barbed tongue down my throat-- he was already one of them. Oh noes! He pursued me into the bathroom, where I had to knock him unconscious against the sink (waaaay harder than in the movies) then escape through the ceiling tiles. I got up to the floor where the science teacher's office was, and he'd already been working on a vaccine/antidote shot. Together, we perfected it while the pod people were trying to break down the door and get us. In the end, I crawled back through the ceiling tiles and dropped in on a big assembly going on, spraying the crowd with the antidote, and people started to turn back to normal. Then I woke up. My stress dreams, they say hello with their blatant disease/infection metaphors.

I feel a bit better now after all that sleep, but still like I should still be in bed. I'm going to attempt to be actually productive tonight, though, now that the splitting headache is at least gone. If I'm not super chatty today, fear not... I'm just still feeling kind of off and want to hermit a bit to ensure I don't bite anyone's head off undeservedly.