[Originally posted by Yosh at No One Reads Your Blog, a blog collaboration by the members of the band Jake Wilkinson’s Unicycle]
Last night I was really tired so I left the Rockslide (local Brew-Pub) and when I got home I sat down on the couch and talked with my roommate. When he went into the kitchen to make a casodilla I fell asleep. That tells you how tired I was. Then I went to bed. Don’t lose interest yet! I was awoke by one roommate yelling at the other. I think he was about to kill the noisy one!!! I thought I was dreaming at first. Does anyone else have these issues? Issues of thinking you’re dreaming at first?