Pardon me while I FREAK THE FUCK OUT.

I found a gray hair. This is very unnerving for me, and I don't know why. Of all the things I worry about, my hair doesn't even make the top ten. Maybe it's the whole "reality of getting older" thing. Or maybe it's realizing that I'm more like my father than I'd care to admit (he started graying hardcore when he was about my age). Or maybe it's that everything freaks me out at SIX IN THE MORNING.

You see wha-hah-happened-wuz, I somehow managed to fall asleep around 7 p.m. last night. (I had a long week; gimme a break!) I woke up around 5 a.m. today extremely disoriented, in my clothes, with the bedroom lights still on. I had one of those "is it a.m. or p.m.?" moments (especially because the damn birds outside my window chirp ALL NIGHT LONG, so that's really not a reliable indication of anything).

I had reeeeally weird dreams, too... the kind of dreams that could almost be real, except that there are certain people in places they don't belong (friends from home mixing with friends from school, etc.). Plus Drew Berrymore. She doesn't belong at all. I have no idea where that one came from.