In Which Amy Fights the Inner Child... (Myspace Blog)

Sometimes the child in my head is so very annoying... Yesterday, I dreamt that I stuck plastic game pieces up my nose, then spent the rest of the dream trying to dig them out. (which sounds even more gross when I write it down than it did when I dreamt it.) This dream was one of those dreams that is LONG - it felt like hours and hours of digging out the pieces in my nose. The piece I stuck in the right side of my nose was quite cooperative, and came out fairly quickly, but the piece stuck in the left nostril kept moving farther and farther up into my sinuses. Which, of course, meant that my finger kept moving father and farther up my sinuses also. Then, this morning, an hour and a half before I had to get up to go to school, *ting!* I'm awake. Just like that. I woke up so fast that it took me a minute or two to realize that I was awake. I thought that I might have been dreaming that I was awake, but nope, I was awake. And not just awake, but WIDE awake, like I had not been sleeping at all. And trying to go back to sleep didn't help - 20 minutes I lay there and my brain cried and ran and giggled to itself until I could not lay in bed another minute. So I yelled at myself a bit, and when I started whining that I wanted to GET UP and I didn't care that it is SATURDAY and who cares that the SUN is not even up yet and ALL RIGHT ALREADY! I'LL GET MY ASS OUT OF BED! *Sigh* The problem with the inner child is that you cannot send them out to turn on the television by themselves and let you sleep. Or beat them. Or make them get their own breakfast for once, dammit. Or get them to sit down and shut up. Or send them outside to play by themselves. Wait - how is that any different?