If I'm Sleeping, It Better Be Cold

Last night I slept very well. The weather as of late has been quite chilly and ominous which is very conducive to good sleep. I cracked the window in my room a little, to let in some of the wonderful cold air. I have this plant sitting on my window sill and I kind of wonder if it's cool for the little guy to be cold at night. I figure if he was in the real world, not only would he be more cold than he is now, but he wouldn't have me to hang out with. I've never really owned a plant before so I'm sort of treating it like one treats their first child, with much care. My plant is getting bigger and it makes me real happy.

I think I might need to come up with a name for it. I don't like it when people come up with arbitrary names for things...which is why I have yet to name my car, and why I probably won't name my children until they are 10 years old. How are you supposed to name your child when you have no idea what they will be like. Or maybe their behaviour begins to adhere to their name. I think one of the coolest names for a car that I ever heard, was from a friend in high-school who owned a white GMC Yukon. It's name was Cornelius. If you can figure out why it was named Cornelius, you will be my friend forever. I'll give you a hint: christmas claymation cartoon. I also will probably never get a tattoo for these reasons. I hate it when people get tattoos of like a skull or something. What does that even mean? I'll never get a tattoo unless it is something incredibly cool, that means something spectacular. I think about this a lot.

So this seemed to be one of those infinite nights of sleep. I woke up a few times during the night, after what seemed ages, yet only a few hours had passed. This is probably one of the greatest feelings in the world, when you realize you still have so much sleep in front of you. I dreamt a bunch as well. In my dreams I was somewhere in Africa I think, riding a train. Our train crashed or something and I was bleeding everywhere, yet felt no pain. We went over to some people's house and they fed us after the crash. There was this old man smoking cigars and he offered me one. I sat with him and talked and smoked a wonderful cigar.

I really want to get back into cigar smoking, no more backwoods and stuff though, ony the finest handrolled dominican stuff money can buy. That is what I will do.

I was very warm under my covers all night, yet could feel the cold breath of the outdoors on my face the whole time. I've always contested that no amount of cold could ever penetrate my covers. I think I could climb mount everest in my boxers, if I had my covers over me. This claim makes Peter really mad and I think that's mostly why I say it.

I woke up at 7:30 after a few slaps at my alarm clock, ready to embrace another chilly day.