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I'm still mostly asleep and lying in bed writing these pages makes me want to fall back to sleep. My covers feel so warm and it's hard to keep my head off the pillow. I was dreaming a little while ago. I want to go back into the wonderful world of dreaming, where I can do anything I want, and I don't have a job to put in time at and work that needs to be done. My brain doesn't want to think; it wants to sleep. It wants to play. It wants to float on warm waves. Goodbye.