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I am now in love with sleep and all things relating to sleep (including, but not limited to: comfortable pillows, melatonin sleep aids, big fluffy goose-down comforters, dreams). Mm. I've been on a "let's sleep for more than 12 consecutive hours" kick lately. My therapist would've said depression, but I'm pretty positive that she'd be wrong. She was a moron anyway, that woman. Never remembered a damn thing I told her, even though she had it written down. Just went to show that she was only in it for the money. So her accusations of mental disease/disorder were far from worrisome to me.