I dreamt Angel had gotten out through the gate somehow. I asked him "What are you doing out here? How did you get through the gate?" Then my brain went "Oh, I'm dreaming" and I immediately got booted out of that level of the dream.

At least Angel doesn't have to be cold anymore.

It's a terrible thing, not being able to sleep. Tonight is the second night I've woken up around 2 a.m. in a semi-panic, not knowing where I was or how soon I had to get to work. And I don't know what's worse, the initial disorientation, or the coming to terms with hard reality.

Oh, what was it I had meant to say? There are a million thoughts careening through my addled brain at this benighted hour, and I sit here tongue-tied like an idiot.

The thing that sucks is that I really can't stop thinking about it.