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
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
*sleeps more*
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