and so it appears that soon we embark upon a treacherous journey into a vast wakeful sahara, devoid of rest yet replete with screaming - at 4:45 am.
mr nice guy: great. i don't understand it.
mrs nice guy: what don't you understand?
mr nice guy: yesterday she slept for two hours in the morning and an hour in the afternoon. today she slept for an hour-and-a-half in the morning and just over two hours in the afternoon!
mrs nice guy: so? that's great.
mr. nice guy: yeah, but just last week she was waking up at 4:45 in the morning and taking shitty naps. i don't understand.
mrs nice guy: she's storing it up. she's a sleep camel.