Aw man am I ever confused. I remember going to to my first Jewellery class on Saturday and then being completely exhausted when I got home. I decided to lie down on my comfy couch for a bit and maybe watch a movie but before I knew it I was out like a light. At some point I crawled into bed and continued sleeping well into Sunday. I vaguely recall getting up to eat a bowl of oatmeal on Sunday and seeing what a mess the kitchen was in thinking I’d get around to it on Monday by which point I should be well rested enough. My alarm rang this morning and I got up just long enough to make it back to the couch. There we many many confusing dreams and if it weren’t for Mimi’s repeated attempts at waking me (I think it was her walking all over my face that did it), then I’d still be fast asleep well into Tuesday by now, which quite honestly, at this point sounds like a pretty good idea. But. must. resist. the urge. Tomorrow is the fabric printing atelier day with the other mentally challenged people. Can’t hardly wait. I hate going there. But I promised myself I’d give it an honest try so go I must. That is, if I actually manage to get a decent night’s sleep after this latest little marathon of mine. Sheesh.