Had a hard time getting out of bed this morning... not just because I was tired and my bed is comfy like whoa - I was and it is - but because I was having this dream that I wanted to keep having. I was watching this TV show - I think it was from Australia - that was really cool that I wanted to 'keep watching'. When I finally peeled myself out of bed I ran downstairs and jotted down some of what I remembered because I think it might make an interesting premise for a story, once it's fleshed out.
But now I'm having a hell of a time getting up off the sofa. The kitty in my lap is not helping.
ETA: Argh. I have more ideas and no time to write them down. DAMN YOU SHOWER MUSE.