I need a hobby.

Ana! You made it! I'm so glad! Glad to hear you got the legs shaved and sort of glad you didn't finish the book. It gives me just a teeny bit more time to catch up. Okay, not likely. But I know what you mean about television...I use it to escape my life and focus on fictional characters too. And yes, calling a friend might help but sometimes I just don't want to talk about my boring life, you know? Way easier just to live vicariously through the better lives on tv.

Today has been semi-productive. I was up at 11 (after going to bed at 4...don't ask). I read for a bit...not Pillars of the Earth. I did an hour long bad-ass yoga workout that I have. It's audio only so I don't have to pay attention to too-perky instructors on my tv but the dude is seriously hardcore. I can't do all the stuff he describes but I try. By the time I'm done my quads are like jelly...it's very lower-body intensive. Anyway, I put on some relaxing music and did a few minutes of poses he doesn't do (pigeon anyone? the BEST!) and a few minutes Savasana and I'm good to go. Made some lunch (eggs and toast) and ate it at the table (the dining room table, not the coffee table), did the dishes, washed some windows, took a bath. Now it's almost 5....and I'm bored and have run out of things to do.

Alas, I think my Saturday can best be described as a train wreck. It started off with promise but that didn't last long. In hindsight, I should have gotten up when I woke up at 9 and gone to 10:30 yoga class. But I didn't. I went back to sleep instead. Bad idea and I think the reason I was a depressed mess all day.

The first time I went back to sleep I woke up about an hour later. Too late for yoga and although I wasn't exactly tired, something was urging me to go back to bed. So I did. Another hour later, I woke up again, only to go right back to sleep to return to my dreams. At the time, I don't think I knew what I was dreaming about--just that it was better than the day I ahead of me. The third time I woke up, I figure it out. I was dreaming about a boy. THE boy. My perfect man. All my dreams that I can recall were rated PG so they weren't THOSE kind of dreams. Just nice, feel good, he loves me and we are happy kind of dreams, you know? So, I went back to sleep a couple more times, just to recapture the goodness...which may not have been the best decision because I was off kilter all day (or all of the day that I was up) because these dreams seriously f-d up my reality.

For example, at one point in the dream I was dreaming. You read that right. I was having a dream about HAVING A DREAM. In the dream-dream I was dreaming about this guy I had met and was wondering if I would ever hear from him. Lo and behold, he text messaged me! Yay! Except when I woke up (from the dream-dream) I wasn't sure it was real, so I had to check my phone to make sure he really did txt me. And he had. Yay again! Except...when I woke up FOR REALS I was totally confused and I will confess to checking my phone (for reals) to see if I had any txts from him, which, of course, I did not, because HE'S NOT REAL. There's more to it than that...something about him adding me as a friend Facebook-esque social networking website but upon awaking in the dream-dream I had to verify that as true and make sure it was really him and then of course there was the "OMG did he mean to add me, what do I do, what do I say" general girl-freak-out moment. But again, NOT REALITY but real enough that when I woke up I was confused and felt bereft and empty, like I lost something or something was missing. Before I knew what I was dreaming about it was strange but when I realized that I was all upset because I wanted him to be real...crazy!

The sad part? The part that makes me question my sanity? I was kind of sad and bummed ALL DAY. I don't honestly know if it was because I'm disappointed this guy isn't real or that it's because my dreams clearly are more exciting than reality or if my subconscious is just trying to tell me I'm lonely...I just know that I felt very lonely and heartbroken all day. Which is my excuse for doing nothing. Wow. I was a lazy depressed slob because some guy who doesn't exist broke my heart by NOT existing. That's just....awesome.

Anyway, around 3 I realized that going back to sleep was not going to do me any good so I made myself get up. I stayed in my pjs until about 8 when I decided I wanted a "meal" and not just random bites of stuff so I got "dressed" to cook a pizza. I watched tv pretty much all day (although in my defense the two-hour show on the History channel about military strategy in biblical battles was really interesting and dare I say educational). But, like I said, I was awake until 4. Ooops.

Maybe it was all because I was drinking while Ana and I watched the seriously messed up movie I Am Legend the Friday night before. I mean, drinking is the only way I watch scary movies and this movie goes way beyond scary into disturbing. But perhaps my indulgence in wine (and chocolate!) led me to my problematic dream state. Oddly, I have no idea what I dreamed about when I went to bed after Ana left until I woke up the first time on Saturday morning. I slept well, actually, and felt semi-rested when I woke up at 9:30. So...the later dreams were punishment for not going to yoga? If so, I TOTALLY learned me lesson.

So...yeah. Nearing 5:00pm on Sunday. I'm all clean and dressed (in jeans!) so I don't feel like working out but I need something to do until I can go to bed at a normal hour like a normal person. Any ideas?