I just woke up from my second nap today. The cat is a major fan of my new sleep schedule. The rest of the day, he prances and demands and hisses, but once I’m recumbant on the couch we become the best of friends. For the last two hours, he slept on the open face of Aristotle’s Metaphysics, while I dreamed that I found a baby that no one else could see. Once I realized this, I started wearing said baby on my head. You know, because I could.

But now I’ve got to get back to all the other things I was supposed to do today. Like laundry, and lecture notes, and other things beginning with ‘l’ (lesbianism! lying! learning Latvian!).