This is getting really pathetic. It's 5 PM and I'm in bed. I've been forcing myself to sleep all day to pass the time. Dreams are more entertaining than anything I could do here. I dreamt of death, mostly. Brutal car accidents (five to be exact), tornados, serial killers... Also a dream about attempting to communicate with an Asian host family. And at the end of each dream I wake up, look at the time and realize that not enough of it has passed, so I go back to sleep. I don't know what I expect, I won't be sleeping for 9 days straight. I know at some point I won't be able to go back to sleep. I guess that's when I get on Livejournal and talk about my subconscious adventures.
Blargh. Now I guess I'll have to wait and see what adventures await me in a conscious state. Here's betting on none, cheers.