I came home straight from work, checked email and such, had some food, watched the 6:30 Simpsons. Then I decided to take a bath before the 7:30 Simpsons, since my enck was hurting a bit. Took the bath, came down just in time for Simpsons. I had started reading the first issue of other magazine yesterday, so I was reading this during commercials, and it ended up being more interesting than the TV, so I turned the TV off partway through. I got tired so set down the magazine. I should have figured that the bath would make me sleepy. I ended up waking up at 10:30 and then going up to bed. Woke up around 1 from a realy intense bad dream. I witnessed two planes crashing into an airport. And I had just been at that airport but I had left for a pretty arbitrary reason, so I could have easily been killed. I saw the planes crash, so I came running back to the airport. I wanted to get my camera out, figuring I could take some pretty good pictures, but I realized I didn't have my backpack wiht me, so I felt kind of stupid. Then my dad called, just wanting to make sure I was okay, since the plane crashes were obviously national news. I started crying on the phone, and I explained everything that happened.
I managed to get back to sleep, but then I woke up around 5:20 (ah, sunrise) from another dream, possibly a bad dream as well. I didn't sleep much after that and ended up getting up about an hour later.
I think I'm going to try to do a little cleaning up before I head to work today.