You go digging around in your bookcase for some weed not remembering that you aren't supposed to be smoking. You're about halfway through the joint when the thought hits your sleep-deprived head. But you can't even care about that right now, you're so tired. You open your favorite book, "Arachne Abroad" to the dog-eared page where the adventuring protagonists finally discover the lair of the Spider God. You read a few hundred pages and when you look up it's well past sunrise.