I had a dream that wasn't a nightmare but was still unnecessarily stressful, because my father was a key player in it and I was at an airport, getting ready to board a plane. Now it's five a.m. and I'm awake but I don't want to go back to sleep because what if the dream is still there, waiting and it feels like I haven't slept all week. Papergate isn't even halfway done, either. The icing on the cake is this massive headache I went to bed with last night that hasn't gone away.