I’m finally starting to feel human again after taking yesterday off work and sleeping most of it away. The drugs help, oh yes they do. I’ve gotten feedback on the thesis from a couple of my committee members and will work to incorporate/comprehend it later. Kitty’s busy watching the birds in our backyard. I threw a lot of seed out by the tree out there to bring out performers for her show. My ranger’s level 25 now. I’ve decided I’m a huge fan of jasmine tea and might fix myself a cup of Jasmine Bloom later just to see and taste the pretty flower. I think I’m going to go sleep on the couch a while. Ian’s in bed, having come to bed at 7 in the morning. Ah, crazy sleep schedules. Crazier dreams about werewolves, prehistoric cave people, and running an electric plant. Is there such a thing as a brain overload, a brain too full of information, ideas and fantasies? Can it start leaking out in strange ways, in dangerous ways? Do I need more sleep or less sleep? Are the dreams taking over my waking hours? Hmm. I bet Kitty’s not thinking stuff like this. She has birds and squirrels. I’ll go watch birds and squirrels too.