I'm going to go lie down on the couch in front of the tv and watch a sitcom, I think. Maybe that will help, with either a or b above; hopefully both.
I’m awake. I don’t know…
I'm awake. I don't know why I'm awake. I'm not well-rested; the sun's not quite up yet here, so it didn't wake me; I was having an annoying dream where the CTA operator was insisting that the quickest way to get to the U of C from O'Hare was to first take the Blue line to Cumberland and then transfer to the Red line (a transfer which doesn't exist) and then take that to 55th, and when I pointed out that I'd still need to take the Garfield bus from there to actually get to the U of C, he kept arrogantly assuring me that no, there was a massive administration building at the Red line stop, so I could just go there, and then walk to wherever I was going, and he just refused to understand that that's a long walk, not a block or two hop, and yes, I'm awake and angry because I was having a really frustrating argument with a patronizing idiot of a dream figment, I know this doesn't make any sense and I should just go back to bed but a) I'm not sure I'm actually sleepy enough to do that and b) I'm still angry.