I kept the count starting off, but lost it a couple times toward the end. I was feeling increasingly sleepy, and my eyes drifted closed a couple of times. I thought a bit about Scrubs, and about work. I also briefly remembered the fact that my clean laundry is sitting in the basket in the bedroom, and hasn't been put away yet. I felt some annoyance about that -- as though I resented having to put things away. I especially resented the fact that I would have to make my bed before I could sleep in it.