bad habit

Last night I went to a play.  It was South Pacific.  I'm still feeling out how I feel about it.  Some things about it confused me, stuff about power.

My therapist was my ride, which I think is weird.  The free tickets were through the women's center where she therapies me.  I like her very very much.  But I was tense.

"This is like the dream I had that we were going to the beach," I said.

Now I'm up in the middle of the night again, bad habit, but my legs were so restless I had to move them every few seconds and sleep wasn't working out.  I drank some water, which didn't help.