~lifts head, looks around room~
~curls up further~
~looks at floor~
I really wish I could sleep without having dreams worthy of, like, Phil Spector. Last night I was pecked to death by a furby, under the demonic control of Pete Burns (as was, not as is).
I think this is my subconscious being really amused at me. But it's still not fair. ~sleepykitten~