Sleeping and Dreaming

Over the weekend, I attempted to catch up on much needed sleep (aka 10-12 hours a night) and succeed (in sleeping, not catching up.) So, this morning, waking up was not so much fun (only slept for 4 hours). Not that I want anyone to feel sorry for me, because I know that I get more than my allotted sleep time, but because while I am passed out, I get to dream A LOT. Recently my dreams have been filled with boys. A different boy each night (both new and old). So, I realize that though I am so totally overwhelmed with everything that I need to get done, that I must procrastinate even more in my life, by attempting to understand my feeble attempts at fake relationships and non-committment. Boys are stupid and I am even more stupid by trying to waste my time thinking about them. Ok, I have class right now, so I should pay attention.