Was I just writing about how sleep was not my friend? Well, it's my obsessed lover right now. I seriously CAN'T stay awake. I slept for eight hours straight (like drugged sleep) and seriously dragged myself out of bed after laying there for 30 minutes so I could wake up enough to drive my sister to the airport. I was awake to drive her . . . but as soon as we got to church, my head was bobbing all over the place. I just sunk down in the pew and let myself just drift off because there was no fighting it. When we got home, we ate lunch and then my mother went off to take a nap and I thought . . . there's no way I could sleep more, so I went outside in the 89 degree humid porch and read on a blanket . . .. Only, I dreamed I read because I was fast asleep. I went to the bed and slept another three hours. Am I narcoleptic? Possibly. It feels wonderful. I just came back from a night walk around the neighborhood in the full mo...