When I get overtired and really stressed, I start having strange dreams or talking in my sleep.
Last night it was a dream.
I can't remember it all now, but it was very involved.
And somewhere in my dream, there was a baby crying.
Seriously listened to that crying baby for several minutes.
And then finally realized that the crying baby was actually my own.
Hoping for a productive weekend that will relieve some of the stress.
And I should probably try to get to bed a little earlier, too.
You know... since I have to start getting up about 2 hours earlier starting on Monday.
I really wish I liked coffee.