Woke up at 10 a.m. this morning, which is early for me. I had a long and strange dream that I can't remember. Not a single fragment. My nose started running in the night, but I was too lazy to get up and get myself some tissue paper, so I didn't bother. And now I'm sitting in front of the computer, typing senseless and random things, with a migraine the size of Singapore lodged in my head. I don't understand. I slept for 10 hours. My head isn't supposed to hurt.
Sometimes, I find that when I listen to myself too much, my happy mood becomes rather damped. And I'm not going to Pasta Fresca tonight. Shit.