While sick and drifting in and out of sleep, I had some pretty screwed up dreams too, one part of it where I died and yet I (my conscience/soul/spirit/whatever) was still trapped in my room and I could see all the things that was happening in my house. Weird because I don't even believe in souls and spirits or earthbound ghosts. Another part of it was about me obsessing over a guy. Um... right.
The rest of the day went by pretty slowly. Brother #2 went back to India today. :\ Goodbye Brother #2, goodbye phone! *sob*
On other news, I need to spend some time cleaning up my room soon. Dad has been nagging me about it everyday. And besides, I need to find something that I "lost". Gah. :(