How to have freaky dreams

I told you I was freaky, baby. Last night was a relative cornucopia of freaky images in my head box. First I dreamt I was protecting a baby again (shut up, biological clock) only this time, I was on a beach and had to fight a giant octopus so we could sail our makeshift raft to safety.

Hold My Hand, Take Me Out

In the mornings, I’ve been waking up pretty anxious. I haven’t tried waking up in the afternoon, unfortunately. I don’t even know why I feel that way but I suspect tiredness. For some reason I chose a busy week of exams and sports events to try and launch my blog, so I’ve been constantly thinking…