the Dalaverse

I've been dreaming about going to bed all day long. Getting four and a half hours of sleep at the end of a long, neverending week will do that, as will driving 70 miles, running about from lab to class to lab to nap to work to TV, forgetting earbuds, dry-brushing charcoal (WHAT is the POINT? It is CHARCOAL! It will never NOT BE DIRTY!), knowing you have a stupid boring Research Methods proposal to write this weekend, being hellbent on finishing a stripe in a too-long afghan that isn't even the proper autumnal colour...what am I talking about, even?

I'm going to bed. GOD DAMMIT.