This morning I awoke with the need to go hammer reconnoitering around my apartment. (This is when I grab one of the two hammers by my bed and pop up quickly into the living room to surprise whoever is lurking with a hammer attack. Then I round the corner to the kitchen quickly in case the rascal is trying rustling through my raw food before trying to kill me. In more extreme cases I check the closets.) I gave my friends who have a keys to my apartment codes phrases to avoid the hammer attack - "It's me, Sarah, don't hit me with the hammer!" Rather unwieldly, but easy to remember in an emergency... A very very scary dream was the catalyst for my paranoia, I suppose.

I have been up for an one and 1/2, but now I want to go back to sleep... Sniff sniff. The story of my life...