In a dream last night, my friends and I were late for our flight. They managed to catch a cab. I sat on a bus. Of course, I missed my flight.

I also (in my subconscious) had the chance to think about my travel plans. The World Cup tickets are looking like they're falling through, but even in the depths of sleep, I was concerned about being stuck in a rut. I awoke thinking about opportunities missed, about fate not falling my way, about messing up when I had chances, and about being incapable of taken advantage of them anyway.

I fell asleep with the TV on and the sound off. ESPN whizzed by on the screen even as I was wiping the sleep from my eyes. Only four hours had passed. I curled back into my bed without bothering to turn it off.