Great Scott

I am so tired from the Nuit Blanche madness that ensued last night.
And btw Paris...way to put on a mediocre at best event. Everything should be open until 7. Otherwise it's just not worth it.

So in the spirit of wanting to sleep I will share with you a song called sleep that I find beautiful, melodic, and haunting. The idea of the song is so right-before-you-fall-asleep when you're running over a conversation you had with someone who tickles your fancy, to use a very southern phrase.
Without further ado:

Sleep - Copeland