'Sleepy you' is a proper little git. Over the past few weeks he's figured out how to operate my body to a standard sufficient to get up, get out of bed, disable any given number of alarmed devices, get back into bed and resume his work without disturbing any of his infinitely more productive colleagues.
Even 'drunken you' retains more sensibility about his character. Mebs best not go to the after hours discotheque, mebs that'll impede on tomorrow's planned activities, mebs play it safe and call it a night.
'Sleepy you' couldn't care less. Why don't we just shit everyone else off and lay here for five ten twenty minutes longer? But of course of course of course. Consequence? What consequence. We'll both be warm and unconscious together, that's a much better plan isn't it.
Studio's getting decorated, little productivity to report on the visual front; in lieu of any visual stimuli I gift a musical dedication to he who shall not be named; lest he be spurred on in his quest to snooze.
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