between the rock and the cold, cold sea

Fourteen hours' sleep. And two hours later, my brain has only just started functioning again.

(I woke up starving.)

Yeah. I guess I really was tired after all.

I think today gets to be a day off, really.

Oh, sleep, how do I adore thee? Let me count the ways.

After thirteen horizontal hours (and a couple of the weirdest dreams it's ever been my privilege to experience) I feel so much more like a human now.

Also! Good things: barring unexpected crises and/or acts of malevolent god(s), I'll be taking a sail training course aboard the Asgard II this June.

I feel really rather fortunate today. For lo, in addition to the many good things I have to look forward to after the awkward studying part of this year is over? Today is my day off. No exams, none of the four essays that need to be done before April 10, no studying. Nothing.

There may be reading. And writing. And perhaps even cooking of good foods and the watching of an episode of Criminal Minds or two.