I enjoy sleeping. That's mostly what I do when I don't go to work. I stayed in my room napping every time I feel like it.

I had a dream last night. I guess my fascination with serial killer aggreviated by watching too much X-files episodes, I dreamt I was a pedophile. I was molesting a kid in my dream. And the shocking part was, I was enjoying it. And then, I woke up.

And I forgot about it. Until around 4pm when I'm on my way to the bank.

I remember tasting something sweet on my mouth at the same time wanting to puke it from my memory.