Well dear old friend, we meet again. Not as friendly as I once thought you had been. But then again, life changes and tastes come and go. That place where desperately tired meets wide awake and you end up incredibly irritated and annoyed. I find it quite something that I can be ''falling'' asleep tired and still some nut job part of me or my body is fighting it and having issues submitting to the gentle warm lull of the blankets, the quiet sound abyss of my dreaming and the cool comfort of the soft pillow beneath my head. Dear self, move on! The sun has set and it's time to sleep! At least I have a magical, beautiful Christmas tree to stare at while my eyelids grow heavy. Until then.. sweet dreams to all.