sleepwalking

Some mornings are better than others. The best mornings are those with the conspicuous lack of nasty commutes, but those are rare. Some mornings are really exceptionally rough. It took not 1 or 2, but 8 attempts to peel my body from the bed this morning, and I was still stumbling about in a stupor. I fell asleep in the shower, I fell asleep drying my hair, I even had an un-cognizant moment while getting dressed. All this and I was in bed by 10 last night! That "generally rotten, I should be in bed" feeling is being very persistent of late. After a few more days of this I may forget what it feels like to feel well. At least I've gotten enough tackled that I don't have anything huge and depressing weighing me down on top of the rotten-ness. I can't eat much, I can't sleep soundly, basically I'm wishing for a coma to make it all go away. Alright, I'm a big fat whiner, but at least I'm honest!