Around 4:45 I finally got back to sleep, and until my alarm went off, I dreamt of Aliens. Not the happy, fun loving MIB aliens, or the evil black liquid X-Files aliens... it was the Sigourney Weaver taunting Geiger Aliens. And they were in a house where I lived with who I THINK were The New Main Street Singers. Oh yea. So I spent hours upon hours running from the Aliens, until finally, we all got into an upstairs bedroom, blocked the door, and sang a folk song. Then I woke up.
I'm such a dork.
Stomach. Not. Happy