Amazing how I forget sometimes. Forget who I was, who I've been, who I am. I feel like I'm different now! Or like I'm feeling a way I haven't felt in SO LONG. But I look back, and it hasn't been so long, and yet it has.

I surprise myself all the time. Everything in the past is a fuzzy and distorted memory. I don't think I get enough slow-wave sleep. Life is one big procedural.

I dream too much; I think I want to sleep all the time because those dreams are so worthwhile.

Why can't life be more like dreams, or like video games? I feel like I don't spend nearly enough time in my real life being the hero of my own adventure.