I’m as sure as I can be that this morning, I dreamt that the alarm went off and had dragged myself up only to have the actual alarm go off and have to go through the dragging process in actuality. I’m not sure what that adds up to on a psychiatric basis but it sure shook me up. Perhaps an inherent inability to comprehend lateness? I’m a stickler for punctuality both for myself and others. Diametrically opposed to the concept of never early, always late. This and my unhealthy interest in packing stuff to protect it from a postal thrashing are the two most obsessive, compulsive traits that I can be accused of. Anyway, it’s about 12 hours after that and I’m still smarting. Maybe this is a dream too? It always occurred to me that donating blood resulted in a good night’s sleep but not recently and thus far in 2010, I’m down three pints of the stuff.

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