I. hate. my dreams. And yet I love sleeping. I think I'm going to force myself to stay awake rather than rolling over and going back to sleep. I had a dream where I realized I was asleep and tried to get out. I think I just got trapped in another dream.

I wonder if my irritability these days is situational (my sister driving me insane), or some remnant of the depression, or the medication I'm taking, or all three. It's a bit too much.