I miss sleeping for more than 6 hours in a row

This morning somebody called our house at 6 am, let it ring once, and then hung up before the caller ID could register them, which makes it harder for me to call them back and urge them to die in a fire.

And this might not be a problem for normal people, but sadly my brain sees sleep as The Enemy, such that the minute I wake up in the morning that's it, I'm up, because I'm off to the races with things to think about and sleep is just not going to come again.

So instead, I share with you a fragment of the dream I woke up from: for some reason, I had to requisition fabric at work to make me a dress, and my request came back with approval, but with a newspaper clipping attached, urging me to use caution because gold brocade fabric ("gobro", to those in the know, apparently - my mind is so incredibly obnoxious) is in short supply, as gold of fine enough quality to be beaten into thread is scarce, and gobro is also tantamount to national security as it's conductive and used in defense applications, and also the Chinese are flooding the market with FAKE gobro.

I mean, could YOU go back to sleep knowing that that's what awaits you, crappy neologisms about fabric and government bureaucracy?