Ada stabbed me with a pencil and made me bleed this morning. She's a wild one. I'm still not feeling 100% (nor is she) so we're making a conscientious effort to make this a down day. As in, long naps, much lounging and Downton Abbey.
Last night I dreamed Michael was Matthew Crawley (funny enough, I have a cousin named Matthew Crawley) and I was Lady Mary. We were so elegant and delightfully witty together. It was basically a slice out of reality. Minus the fancy clothes and lavish home.
I really think I need more sleep.