I don't think it's fair. Last night I dreamt I was being chased. I escaped from a house and ran through a backyard then through a schoolyard and was suddenly driving a car down city streets before turning into a deserted section of a shopping mall pushing a cart with someone (one of my brothers?) in it. We strolled into the active part of the mall, apparently safe from whomever was pursuing me. After all this 'exercise' I woke up tired, about as tired as I was when I went to sleep. The tired has hung with me all day. I don't think it's fair.
I got a haircut yesterday so you could also look at my head and think it's not hair.
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