Water, water, everywhere.

I drink a bunch of water after I go to the gym which is kind of a bad idea because I go to the gym in the evening. This usually means I wake up in the middle of the night wanting to go to the bathroom. It’s not far, and it’s not uncomfortable, so most of the time I get up but not always. Last night, though, I was having dreams about going to the bathroom before I woke up having to go to the bathroom. I don’t remember this sort of thing happening since I was seven- or eight-years-old. Fortunately, the dream didn’t actually mean I was really going to the bathroom since that would have been the rubber-sheets sort of mess that I should have outgrown decades ago and shouldn’t have to revisit until I’m in my 80’s or something.

Wow, I’m pretty tired tonight. So tired that I don’t feel like getting up and going to bed. I just want to sit here and stare at the screen which won’t do me much good tomorrow. Bed time!