It was a seriously rough night sleeping last night. I woke up in the middle of the night to a blunt sharp pain on the top of my right thigh. Upon further inspection when I actually "woke up" today I realized that I had stabbed myself in the leg with my own finger nail and it left a gash that drew a bit of blood. I wonder what I was doing in my dream when that happened... What I remember of my dream was that I was at my grandparent's house in Wisconsin, but they weren't. I remember controversy and lust but nothing specific. I also remember (but have no clue what time it was) that my older brother busted into my room and shouted something not important at me, waking me up. My reaction was one that could be expected, that is I screamed for the fucker to get the fuck out and leave me the hell alone. Yeah. It was a rough night.