I am annoyed with myself - note: this is nothing new.
Waking up from a most-hideous dream, I jotted down the main plot points of said dream in my notebook and went back to sleep. It was five-thirty in the morning, it was dark, I am obviously lazy.
Monday thru Friday I get up at five-thirty. I should have got up at that time today. If I had, I'd now be sitting here with a complete first draft rather than a notebook full of illegible scrawl. Luckily, my brain remembers most of it. My brain is awesome. In the light of day, story not necessarily so.