The nebulous back-rooms of my mind.
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alasanonAh, sleep. The fixer of many great ills, and bringer of so many others. Would that I could accurately define and outline my bitter love-hate relationship with sleep. Sometimes sleep comes easily, carelessly, dropping me in sometimes very inconvenient patches of my path. Sometimes sleep refuses to be courted and eludes me for long and frustrating hours when I should be resting and regaining expended strength.
Sometimes I wish that I could find an inn and simply rest a night to feel fully restored. Although the nights when I can sleep but a few meagre hours and awaken with remarkable...remarkable...lucidity are not infrequent, it is to be admitted that I often need at least one day in which I do nothing but sleep to make up for it. Strangely I have not managed to have one of those days at my technical home in quite a long while. I think it may be that I always find two to four fleas on my limbs in the morning. That would probably account for the inability to sleep properly in my own bed. How...vexing.
Ah, well. I think I shall try to sleep for another hour or two before rising fully.
See you in a while.
Sometimes I wish that I could find an inn and simply rest a night to feel fully restored. Although the nights when I can sleep but a few meagre hours and awaken with remarkable...remarkable...lucidity are not infrequent, it is to be admitted that I often need at least one day in which I do nothing but sleep to make up for it. Strangely I have not managed to have one of those days at my technical home in quite a long while. I think it may be that I always find two to four fleas on my limbs in the morning. That would probably account for the inability to sleep properly in my own bed. How...vexing.
Ah, well. I think I shall try to sleep for another hour or two before rising fully.
See you in a while.
