I’ve slept poorly lately. I dream too much, it’s always lifelike and real and I repeatedly wake up in the middle of it, confused and weary from having spent imaginary days acting through the night when I should have been sleeping restfully.
So all week I’ve been exhausted and tired, and now, having been up more than 3 hours already (my internal clock clearly stil does not believe in Saturday), after cleaning the bathroom, vacuuming, washing the floors, eating without appetite and vainly hoping for my newspaper to arrive on time for once I give up, and retire to the softest chair, staring at the screen, wearily wishing for the restoring sleep that eludes me.
“Cryptonite? A silver bullet? Buffy? What’s it gonna take to keep you in the grave?”
– Crichton to Scorpio on Farscape
Geeky humor is still funny when exhausted – perhaps even more so 🙂
…. In my saner moments I wonder the effects of watching later-season (and hence (at least) linearly increased in craziness level) Farscape episodes might have on my mental state 😉