I would like to exchange this brain for a new one.
Tried to wake up an hour ago. Instead had dreams about crushing baby rats to death with a block of wood and struggling to get home through the most ridiculous entanglement of air travel arrangements EVER. (Having done the Portland to L.A. to Honolulu bit on American Airlines, I inquire with an agent about the gate for my next flight to Hilo–American flies inter-island now, apparently? Lady makes a Face, tells me she'll ask the flight attendants to hold the doors as long as they can; apparently my flight leaves within minutes from an airstrip halfway across town. Which I've got no way of getting to. Or she can arrange for me to take a later flight... one that involves a thirty hour layover so I can take a flight to Chicago and then a direct flight to Hilo from there. WHAT EVEN.)
DDDDDDDDDDDDD: NICE DREAMS PLEASE??
Mind you, those rats were creepy and gross and bitey and deserved to die. You should've seen their weirdo, blank, glassy, pale green eyes. Bleh.