  I just woke up from a particularly depressing dream. Otherwise I wouldn't be up at this ungodly hour. I was with the guy I was really "into" in college and we were trying to have sex, but no matter what we did we couldn't. We had even rented a special room for privacy. When we weren't being interupted, we were dealing with his younger brother and sister (which apparently he has, at least in my dream). There was just so much other shit to deal with, we never got around to it. Maybe it's my new mattress, but that dream was disturbingly accurate. I hate my life. 
