Consciouness creeps up slowly.  Surely it has been light for hours.  By the time I realise the day of the week it is (Thursday, yeah?) my brain is blotting out all the dreamy stuff.  It's a hopeless case.

Still, this morning I manage almost until half past five.

Then I remember the bad joke I blogged last night.  Maybe I'll follow Safriz's suggestions.  Maybe I'll go back to bed and fall asleep thinking about it.  Maybe...