Time for another nap. D:

I think napping is my form of escapism. My brain's too frazzled lately to write stories for an escape, like I usually do, so I did something new and started sleeping when the angst got to be too much.

I like my dreams. I've got friends, we have adventures, and I can fly, too. I only wish my dream-friends existed in real life.

Also, the next person to try to wake me up by banging on my door like there's a fucking emergency? Will be ignored completely. That is not the proper way to wake me up. The proper way to wake me up is to go, "Hey, Emily, are you awake? Get up." Normal fuckin' speakin' tone and put it semi-quasi-politely, please. If you haven't noticed, I am NOT a picnic to be around when I'm sleepy and that sleep is disrupted in a very rude manner.