First things first: I've had two consecutive nights of not just adequate, but incredible sleep. Hurray! Congratulate me. It was wonderful.
2nd: if I've ever met you - even for a second - I'm fairly certain you made an appearance in last night's dream. My question regarding said dream is this: why did so many of you feel the need to sneak into my apartment only to fall asleep on the floor under my living room window? Seriously? It's, like, a foot from the couch, why not sleep there? I don't get it.
I guess it's been so long since I've slept deep enough to even have a dream that I'm just marveling at the weirdness of it all.