Ever since I've been back I've been sleeping as much as I can, a thousand hours a night and an afternoon nap. It caught up to me, and last night I stayed awake until five planning my imaginary new life. It's a nice plan, planned down to the socks. Then I slept for two hours, and in my sleep I wrote a novel. I liked it so much that I started to write it awake, and I can't say I like it any less. My head feels a bit like it might float off of my shoulders, but that's not a bad feeling.