Things were going pretty well last night. I fell asleep fairly quickly, but woke up shortly after because I left the TV on and the sound from it must have woken me up. I clicked it off, but I think the silence started messing with me and I now had too much space in my brain to start thinking about the race this morning. I tossed around for maybe 10 minutes before I decided to just get up and move to the couch. That’s where my PVR is and sometimes I have an easier time falling asleep there watching TV for whatever reason.

It worked and I was out, but was soon disturbed by a “bad” dream. I dreamt that I was a groomsmen in my friend Larry’s wedding (which has already taken place and quite a while ago at that) and was running around at the last minute trying to figure out where various pieces of my tux was. I had the pants, shirt, and shoes on, but I couldn’t find my tie, vest, or jacket. The ceremony was about to start and I still couldn’t find it. I’m running all over the church looking for my missing pieces but I can’t find anything. The ceremony starts and I’m in a panic at this point all worked up because I’m about to ruin his wedding. It comes my turn to have to walk down the aisle and someone just hands me this purple vest to wear with my pants and shirt (the bridesmaids were all dressed in purple, so this kind of matched). But there I was sticking out like a sore thumb walking down the aisle. I could feel the stare of folks wondering who the heck is this guy and why is he wearing THAT?! The stares must have been too much and I woke up. Phew! At least that wasn’t real. I check the clock quick and it reads 3 am. Great. I’m going to have to try and get relaxed enough to fall asleep again after that?

I did manage another hour or so, but had to get up early to eat breakfast. Oh well. There is always time this afternoon for a nap.