Having long suffered from an acute case of insomnia, as well as two equally acute, but somewhat more recent cases of morning-class-and-long-commute-osis, I've come to realize that my quote-unquote "perfect" day is so prosaic and boring that it can be described with only one word: Sleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep.Call it lack of imagination, but catching some z's, slumbering, hitting the hay, meeting the sandman (no, not the one from Neil Gaiman's comics), taking a nap, dozing off, passing out, and/or slipping into the comfort of a coma are all foremost things on my mind. My poor fragile little mind...
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