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Sleep is so... so... I have mixed feelings about it. On the one hand, it's down time. I never seem to get enough during the week and it takes me away from things I'd rather be doing. A pagan friend of mine used to say 'time enough for sleep when you're dead!' Hell, the main reason I resent work so much is because it keeps me from doing more important things... but sleep is a fact of life and you can only be resentful of so much before it starts getting absurd. On the other hand, I do sooo love to sleep in. The hedonist part of me loves the dreaming and snuggling and stretching and looking over at the clock and muzzily thinking 'ahh, I don't have to get up...'

I did have several odd dreams last night that I can barely remember fragments of... one image that's sticking is of a large cauldron full of molten gold. Hmm.