Days like today make me wonder, wonder how much longer I will really be here. I woke up form a long night of dreams heavily disoriented. To me, my dreaming world is almost as real as the "real world" I wake up not knowing where I am, why I am here, what I am supposed to do.
When I dream I can fly, I'm an ass kicking secret agent or revolutionary. I go on adventures the world has never and will never see.
When I'm awake I'm in a lonely appartment, waiting to go to borring school, and study the ins and outs of B.S. science.

I just know some day I won't wake up. Or I will wake up and the world will be gone.
At least I slept enough to be functional today.

Will attempt to begin story today, in between emailing people to find a new lab and working on my final for critical analysis. Fun fun.