i thought that going to bed at a ridiculously early 9:30pm last night would help me feel more refreshed and rejuvinated today. i was wrong. very wrong. really wrong.
first off, every time i moved, the squeaking of the bed woke me up a little. how annoying. then, around 4:22 am i woke completely, but i made myself go back to sleep, which probably wasn’t a good idea either. that extra hour or so of sleep is never really good. it just makes me groggy when it’s time to really get up.
today, it feels like i have the hangover i should have had yesterday. is that even possible? can a hangover have a 24-hour delay? stupid hangover.
i seem to have a pretty busy week booked: tonight, i’m indulging in a spa utopia massage after work. tomorrow, i go to see the brain doctor. thursday, there’s a big, long, loud and cranky union meeting to go to. friday, we’re going to a show opening at exposure gallery. then, sometime over the weekend, i hope we’re finally hosting the crapshoot christopher and i have been talking about since january.
it’s a good thing i actually did my laundry last night instead of just being a lump like i wanted to.
ugh, my head.