I need structure

Without it, I stay up far too late, collapse without washing up or brushing my teeth, sleep in much later than necessary, and wind up feeling horrible about myself.

This time, though, somewhere in the midst of all that, I managed to get some reading done, so I didn't feel unproductive. Not that that's a good thing. It just means I don't feel bad about being a slug, which will inevitably lead to me doing it again.

*sigh*

On an entirely different note, I dreamt a lot in the nine hours of fitful sleep I got, and for once, most of the dreams were nice.

I think I was at the Grade School playground in Philo (before it was torn down) with kids I was babysitting. And when I took them home, I found some other kids I could babysit, and we all went to the playground, too. This happened three or four times. Different kids every time, and I was older each time. I think it was leading up to me eventually going there with my own kids, but I woke up before it got to that point. Stupid snooze alarm. I can pack an entire dream into nine minutes. Imagine how many nine-minute dreams fit into five or six hours.

I don't remember the rest of them, though.

I need deadlines.

I need structure.

But I also need to not feel guilty about taking a weekend off, especially since I'm on top of all of my homework.

I think I'm trying to convince myself of something, but I don't know what it is.