.... Yesterday I was a tiny bit short on blood. And also, you know, barely functional?
8 hours of sleep later, I just got up at 6 on Saturday. Literally can't even sleep more, got too much energy.
The obvious conclusion is that I thrash around so much in my sleep, BLOOD LOSS is afraid of sharing a bed. Makes enough sense. If I was blood loss, I wouldn't want to share a bed with a thrashing me.
In other news, Light Ball Festivals! They're the hottest new thing in literally just Dewford Town!