Yawn, stretch, etc.

From about 8 until about 1 of the clock today, I lay in bed. Not asleep, per se, but under the covers, eyes squeezed shut, like unto a six-year-old who assumes that the monsters won't think to investigate the lump on the bed, and maybe, just maybe, if he's still enough, all his problems will just pass him by.

Now, it doesn't work like that in the real world, unfortunately. Most of my mosters live inside my head already, and the remainder expect me to have things done on a certain schedule and won't be waylayed even if I'm completely hidden beneath my conforter, but it did feel very nice at the time.

And now, into battle!