Little Red (mylittleredgirl) wrote,
Little Red

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er... damn. (boring mono post alert!)

I feel like I just hopped in the wayback machine, and not in a good way. It's 1:30 pm and I just woke up, sleeping through my alarm and a noon appointment (although THANKFULLY I have today off from actual work since I worked for someone yesterday). Am definitely fevered -- or, if not *still* fevered, then definitely was. Apparently I got up in the middle of the night and changed all my clothes before going back to sleep. Don't remember doing that.

Remember some sort of dream about Battlestar Galactica. Roslin became like Johnny from The Dead Zone with the same whooshy visual effects to her visions and everything. I suppose it was neat.

I do feel more or less okay now, though, although my body really hurts. (Perhaps I did some sort of insanely strenuous exercise in the middle of the night that I've also forgotten?) Just irked that I slept through half of my second day off of the week and am really tempted to roll over and go back to sleep for the rest of it, when I slept through ALL of the first one. Come on, Sachi, let's not make a habit of this again (assuming I have any power over this at all).

Possible culprits: Immune system is "rallying" against something. Was too lazy last weekend to refill vitamin container and such have been off my supplements for a week. (Oddly, being off my vitamin supplements has made it WAY WAY EASIER to eat more food without incident.)

Most amusing possible culprit: My computer is sending me evil messages in the middle of the night. I fell asleep early-ish (couldn't even stay up to finish watching my Sox get clobbered), but with my laptop still in my bed. I used to have it there during the Pawtucket House of Couch days when I did weird fevered shit in the middle of the night all the time. I took it out of my bed a few months ago thinking that perhaps being bombarded with radiation all night was a Bad Thing...

At any rate, reminder to self: Sleeping 14-hour-plus nights is why you only work 26 hours a week, yo, so don't get snitty about it after only a few weeks of not doing that.

Note to others: Am not actually distressed about this for am blissfully too tired to be distressed. Only mildly irked. And vaguely amused. And very much wishing for a Pawtucket House of Couch Couch to flop down upon to doze through mindless television.

*sleeps more*

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