The dream started well enough. I was in a hotel in Japan trying to get money changed so
Then I woke up. It being a quarter of seven on a Sunday morning of a holiday weekend, I decided to roll over and go back to sleep. I was quite bitter when I found that I couldn't.
(No, I didn't get up and watch the race sitting on the TiVo. I have a bunch of other things to do today before I sit down to deal with F1 Does Sweet Valley High. And no matter how the race itself goes, this one is going to be oh-so with the petty, high school level drama.)