K had to work this morning.
It's now 1:30pm, and I just got up.
Oh my god, that was nice.
I don't remember the last time I slept that much, and was able to have so many dreams. In my head, there had lived a guy with a trickster bike that had pizzas for wheels; it looked like they had started out as poofy-crusts, but now the edges looked like deflated tires. I made some comment to my companions about his pizzas coming with "flat bread"; we chuckled as I apologized, "I'm sorry, that one was really cheesy!"
Jesus, even in my dreams, I'm a punning fool...