Best laid plans of mice and sleepy men

This morning I had the option of sleeping in. So naturally, my eyes popped open at 6 a.m. and despite still being about a quart low on sleep my brain went into immediate overspin. Marvy-swell. It took forever to drift off again, and I think I was still brain-spinning when I did because all I remember of my later dreams were (a) a reality show with people exchanging exploding gifts, and (b) something going on in a heavily-under-construction shopping mall to the tune of a mash-up my subconscious coughed up between Coil's "Disco Hospital" and the Beatles' "Revolution 9." (It was about as lovely as you might imagine.)

From there, up at 8:15 for good, and I still can't get my headspace under lock and key. This isn't necessarily a bad headspace per se, understand, but there's too much clattering around up there for my own good. I feel like a cranky landlord for my own head: "Hey! Tone down the braining up there!"

Much to think about. Much to think about. Much too much to think about.

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