Calling all party crashers

I wish to note for the record that I slept almost twelve hours and it was amazing. I had dreams that I recall. They were not nightmares. They were a sort of heist caper and really Jewish. I woke at a reasonable hour of the late morning and then burned all the rather nice available sunlight on wrestling with bureaucracies; I am beginning to think angels would be easier. There was a rather dramatically gross incident with a cat who has been conspicuously, hilariously sweet for the rest of the day. I feel right now as though my schedule is an active choice between productivity and sleep and frankly capitalism can go hang.