I finally got a good night's rest. Well, technically... My eyes were shut for 8hours or so. I made sure they were. Refused to open them.

It was my attempt to shut out the world for a while. I figured that I'd probably eventually just lose consciousness and seamlessly make the transition from lying down with my eyes closed to a deep, calming slumber.

But when I did eventually fall asleep I didn't quite get a nice rest. Dreamt about helicopters and black butterflies in jam jars. For some reason the fluttering wings were louder than the bloody propellors. Oh, and there was also a bowl of shrimp curry but the shrimps were still swimming...