I'm stretching you out like elastic
I just slept almost fifteen hours. I didn't think I was physiologically capable of sleeping fifteen hours anymore. I dreamed about grad school, my cousins, and briefly Sherlock Holmes. I assume it was catch-up not just from the marathon but from the previous week of niece-care; I'm sure it was very good for me. I'm just not sure what to do about the fact that I had plans for the day and none of them involved waking up in time for dinner.

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Thank you! This seems to be the week my body has decided to attempt to make up for a fifteen-year sleep deficit all at once. I'm not spending a lot of time conscious, but I'm telling myself it's good for me!