For those of you who know an HPFF staffer personally, you are probably already aware that more than one of us carry the title "Chronic Insomniac" and I am among them but, for those of you who didn't know that already - now you do.

Last night, during a fleeting few hours of restful sleep, I was awoken by the sound of a nearby rail line being torn apart. They're doing something horrible that seems to involve two large, orange cranes banging rail line together in mid-air for several hours in a game of surreal chicken. It's annoying. Especially at 4AM.

What's worse about this story is that, as I opened my eyes and glared at the worlds most battered and bruised alarm clock, I was stricken with an odd sense that I had, only moments ago, run into something horrible in the queue...Draco and Hermione with the Squid and Filch and a secrecy sensor? But wait, I haven't validated yet today and something that unnerving I surely would have logged....

Puzzled, I rolled out of bed, slipped into pig slippers and toted my teddy bear to my desk to check and see if i'd made any odd posts while sleep walking.

Ladies and Wizards, I had a dream about validating.

Can someone pass the espresso?