And I honestly didn't really mean to. For the last twelve hours or so, some combination of my desire to get out of bed at a reasonable (though increasingly less reasonable) hour, my interest in getting back to whatever insane dream I'd just been having (the last one involved a rendition of World War 2 set in a world where all major military engagements took place in environments built out of the innards of department stores), and the incredible comfortableness of my blankets forced me partially awake and then back to sleep before I could wake properly.
I still feel a little woozy, but I need to do at least some of the things I in tended to do today.
That said, I certainly can't blog properly. Talk to you tomorrow.