*Transcendental *Logic

Well.  Apparently sometimes when you go to war with your body, you, um, lose.

Or lose a battle, I guess.  But hey, the other side called in reinforcements.

I haven’t been feeling well for a couple days.  Vaguely feverish, slightly nauseous, and tired after all my naps.  I could also tell my neck was screwed up, and then I had a thundering headache for over a day straight — ugh.  So yesterday I finally made it to the chiropractor, who fixed my neck and lessened my headache by about 90% on the spot, yay.  He said that I might be coming down with a virus, but to get some rest (as opposed to moving my business’ entire office on 18 hours’ notice, which is what I did Thursday/Friday) and I’d probably be fine.

Tried a nap at 6:00 p.m., but couldn’t sleep (never can; six is just too early I think).  Went out for some minor xmas shopping / browsing, because dammit, I’m always busy and I never do anything, and it was Friday evening and I was only feeling like about 75% hammered shit and I wanted to do something.  Hmph.

But by 8:00, I was tired, so we came home.  I made a beeline for bed, which got me there at 9:00.  “Want to watch a movie with me?” said my boy hopefully.  “Sure, whichever one you want,” I say, knowing that I’ve neglected him in favor of a hellish week of work/school.  “Just checking out for my nap — see you in a bit!”

I cracked an eye and it was midnight.

Holy crap!  I thought.  Well, wow, I’d better get u–ZZZZZZZZ.

Woke up at four.  I’m sure there were probably alarms and maybe some hopeful-boy interference in there somewhere, but I have zero memory of it.  Or dreams.  Or anything.  Just *blam*, four a.m.

Seven hours.  Is that a record, since I starting polyphasing this time?  Might be — it feels like it.  And do I feel springy and full of vim?  Oh hell no; I feel sore as heck (why oh why did I have to sleep so long *on the couch*…argh) and, while not bleary (don’t think I could sleep any more now if I tried), I’m definitely looking forward to my 9:00.

I am peeved about missing out on a Friday night that I think I deserved, but I also feel less sick, and that’s a tradeoff I’m okay with for now.  However, it means I have beaucoup homework and crap to do today, so I’m going to go eat breakfast and see if I can get the ol’ motor running well enough to tackle that.  Ta!

-PD

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