Around 4am, I turned out the lights and curled up on the couch. Sam had passed out earlier. He mentioned that in the past two days he'd slept less than an hour in the madness of end of semester and graduation preparations. Since he was laying on both the pillow and the blankets I used him as a pillow and heater.
I myself have been sleeping less and less, just waiting tired and restless. The nightmares were intense last night. A dinner, in a house that was a castle, with so many people and a girl dying inch by inch of something unstoppable, and running from the room in tears to collapse in Gene's arms. It was a sad and stressful dream, with stone walls and balconies and shades of green and gold.
Lunch with Geoff, and some catching up this afternoon. Taco salad and movie discussion. I'm attempting to talk him into reading Harry Potter, and he is trying to decide between a Masters in Art, or Physics.
Chilled grey skies, like marshmallow, and it will be cold tonight at the party. Must dig out the sweater, and wear my furry hat.
