January 09, 2002 :: 9:34 a.m.
if Jesus had a pseudonym, it would be Steve
The fact that I am awake, showered, and nearly dressed at 9:30 in the morning is, without question, a miracle. Walk on water? Pfft! Water to wine? Ha! I am out of bed before noon!!! Jesus has nothing on me, baby.
Sometime around 6 a.m., when three quarters of my brain was still asleep, I thought I saw myself. Sitting on the floor. Staring at sleeping me with a very bored expression on my face. I threw my stuffed dog at it. Or at myself, rather, and then rolled over and attempted to mollify the quarter of my brain that didn't want to be asleep. Now, in daylight, I can almost see how the boxes and bags stacked up by my desk could look like a person. The stack isn't entirely person-shaped, of course, but through the eyes of a very sleepy individual, it could happen. Not that it really matters. I don't know why I'd want to watch myself sleep to begin with, but even if I did, Buster (the aforementioned stuffed dog) vanquished my odd out-of-body self. Good dog.
Continuing in the vein, I think I was chewing on my lip in my sleep. There are little dents filled with dried blood. Blah.
I'm off to get dressed, and then either play Zelda or go over to Adam's, where we will probably play Zelda. Damn, I'm getting some Zelda action no matte what! Oooh yeah.
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