It's probably entirely my own fault tho. I used to sleep a lot - in my dolie days (ahhh, happy memories...) I'd sleep all the time, I loved dreaming, had nothing to do during the days or nights 'cept read & sleep (and get drunk, smoke weed, etc, but that goes without saying). I used to have amazing dreams. Wish I'd kept a dream diary but then I never even concieved that I might not dream much again, or that when I did I would have only the most tenuous recollections of them...
So I seem to have used up my sleep and dream quota.
Fuck this, I'm going to go have another stab at it.
Nighty night all. Heh. All 1 of you (Hi Bo!). :-)