Here it is, 4:50 and I am typing on my computer. I woke up about 4:15 from a nightmare, in the dream I was trapped underneath a slew of restaurant tables, crawling around on the floor trying to find an opening. When I woke I was reach around the bars above my head, underneath the bunk above me. I feel sorry for Belinda. While getting my bearings I noticed a few things: my laptop was still next to me, though unresponsive, I had a headache from the booze from last night, and it was very, very dark.
I stayed there for a while, trying to get to sleep. That didn't work, so I came upstairs to get water and try to sleep on the couch. Turns out someone is up here, darn. To be continued...
