Δαφνη Ευτυχια Αρθουρος

I just woke from a charming dream in which the cheerleader from the NBC television series Heroes was a perfectly normal college student studying architecture, asking her perfectly normal father (same actor as her faher in the show) for help with some CAD software she was using for class. Except for ome scene involving the lights not working in one room, I wasn't in the dream, just watching it. I woke when something she asked got me thinking about dramatic modifications that could be made to the type of house I grew up in, in Bowie. (I think it was the act of looking for graph paper that woke me. Oddly enough, one of the mods would have made it a lot like a house another dream -- several years ago, but the interesting house stuck in my mind -- was set in.)

The sucky timing part is that I'd planned to be at 3LF rehearsal for the past two hours, not asleep for the last five. I think this makes a solid month I've missed. :-(

Getting woken up too early this morning by a recently-broken-up couple (high school students?) having a very loud argument over whether to get back together, on the sidewalk below my bedroom window, probably didn't help. ("Yeah, but that shouldn't count! That was when I wasn't on drugs, or it was when I was high but lying to you about it, so you can't ..." WTF? Maybe it would've made sense if I'd woken up a sentence or two earlier, but I dout it.) If I were healthy, I'd just be feeling a little grumpy about insufficient sleep right now; instead the fibro caught up with me and turned out the lights a little before five PM. I'd hoped for a two hour nap, but slept through a couple of alarms instead. Feh.