Current mood:	isolated
Current music:	Megadeth -- Almost Honest

It's four in the morning and I still see your face...
Strange dreams last night. Discombobulated snips of reality and dreamland and things that could be one or the other or both at the same time, all mixed together like pieces in a kalidoscope--shifting, changing, unsteady, unstable, swirling, spinning, mixing. Waking and sleeping throughout the whole thing, so that the line between reality and dreams was almost completely erased. I was glad when I woke up at 5:30 this morning and got a large drink of water because at least that I knew was real and happening and the sleep I had after that was peaceful and empty.

Tournament this weekend. Part of me is really excited about it (I'm curious how my goal-tending will do against a team that's a full level higher than the highest level of women's league hockey I've played. I find out tomorrow afternoon.) The other part of me is sad because it means my schedule looks insanely busy right now. And, in spite of being somewhat-occupied with the hockey, I still feel sort of lonely. I want the time to just sit still, watch a movie, and soak up affection, but sitting still right now pretty much consistantly leads to sleeping (courtesy of this "busy" idea)--from conscious to comatose in 2 minutes or less. Hello, narcolepsy. It's ok. It gets better after this weekend and I've got days off and I'll be able to game around the skating in the interim.

And dinner last night was amazing. No more desire to avoid Solera for me.

Edit: Very glad I had no audience at the tournament game tonight. God, I sucked.