sleep.

I'm currently lying in bed listening to fightstar. I went to bed pretty early last night. I know I'll probably be up pretty late tonight and tomorrow night I won't get much sleep at all.
Anyway I had a really weird dream last night and I felt like blogging about it.

Trace Cyrus died after having a drumstick thrown at him. I went to his funeral and met Alex Gaskarth, a former rockstar obsessed with wikipedia, and we fell in love and got married and we had 3 children Oliver, Victoria and Bobby. Then after 7 years Alex left me for Christofer Drews cat. Then I moved to Peru to live with Peter Petrelli and JJ from skins.

I have NO idea where that came from.
Anyways might get up now so...
au revoir?