It’s April Fools day. I HATE April Fools Day, as I tend to believe anything anyone tells me.

I slept nine full hours last night. Strangely, I haven’t had any trouble sleeping all week. Nine hours, without waking up? It’s a miracle. I dreamt about riding, about flying around the city on my bikes, and at one point, I couldn’t get out of the toe clips on my hybrid, but somehow, I wasn’t scared. Then my cat Fezzik, in the waking world, started washing my face, which is what finally woke me up.

I’m off to the doctor.