  I sat in bed for an hour this morning, trying to soak in some more sleep. It only served to make me frustrated. I had trouble sleeping, in part, because of a really bizarre dream starring “Frasier” (screw the pseudonyms… his name is Brandon) It bothered me because I hate him so much. He doesn’t belong in my subconscious. Mr. Sandman, please send me only shirtless John Mayer dreams from now on. Ha ha. Watched several scenes from Now and Then (AKA cinematic gold) I really love the era. I wish I had been alive then to freak out about the Beatles and wear crochet ponchos. I am completely jealous of my middle-aged parents who got to live then. Though my dad did not really take advantage of his time, my mom was quite the hippie.
She vehemently claims to have never smoked pot, which is of course, obviously not true. My aunt has hinted at it several times and has been met with chilling looks from my mother. I also re-alphabetized my CD collection. I have a dream of one day, when I am fairly successful, owning hundreds of pristine CDs (most of mine have many a scratch) and devoting a room in my apartment solely to them.
There will be a chair, candles, a stereo/record player, and bookcases full of CDs. It will be a lovely room, I will sit in there for hours on end listening to music. It’s not until this later point in my day that I realize how little I actually accomplished today. Oh well, I really need this break Affectionately… Anna 
