Chewy

So as I eat what might be my most favorite cookies ever, I consider what to write today:

I woke up this morning in a daze,  I had slept for right around 11 hours total and had so many dreams, I couldn't remember most of them. I almost thought I was dying because I kept having childhood memory ones. Like when I used to eat lunch with Shane, John, and Robbie. And then I had one where I went back in time as myself and talked to my old friends. It was the strangest. I got off early today, went home and ran. Then went to ice cream and smoked a cigarette, I'm full of contradictions today, aren't I?

So after I figure out what I want to do with the rest of my night, I'll probably go to sleep and do it all over again. Someone needs to change my routine.