Last night I had a dream that my house was broken into by a pervert and when I tried to catch him, I realised I had nothing to tie him to a chair with (vital thing) so I couldn't call the police because he was gonna get away if I let go. Then some really horrible stuff that I don't even want to write in a blog happened causing me to wake up at 3am, go and turn my bedroom light on, and put an Adam and Joe podcast on so I didn't continue freaking out.

I'm ridiculously tired now and really just want to crawl up in a ball and go to sleep but, unfortunately. I've got this thing to tend to called a life. What a drag!