Y'all know that feeling when you've had so many dreams, and such busy ones, that you wake up convinced that it has to be hours later than it actually is (and feeling already tired)? I guess I had an Electric Prunes kind of night (though the subjects of my dreams were less interesting than the dream in the song.) But at least I managed to get 4.5 hours of sleep this morning with only one wake-up in the middle, which is way better than any of the last five days.