I took a much-needed nap and 2h45min was apparently not long enough, bc when my alarm went off my brain was like, “absolutely not. i am in the middle of a full defrag and all the files are still on the floor. shut up and go back to sleep.” My CPU was sorting so deeply that Pete Rose appeared in my cache^W dream. ME: you know, the guy from the 80s who got caught betting on his own baseball games? PARTNER: I thought “surely she doesn’t mean THAT Pete Rose… oop no, she clearly does!”