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I took a day off today, originally planning for a trackday that didn't happen not because my buddies didn't go, but because I just didn't feel like it. I'm having one of those low, low moments, that's lasted a week and beyond.

Anyway, having lost a bet, I had to drive Cankles to work at the ungodly hour of 9am. That means I had to get up by 8:15. The horror.

I've been sleeping 5 hours each day, so I figure I would take Monday off and just do nothing but sleep - and I mean really sleep. High school sleep even. I'm envisioning 18-19 hour sleep day.

I get home at 10:30, ready to tank. I'm so tired I can hardly see straight. I crawl into bed, and right before I sleep, I wrinkle my nose. Bad move.

I get one of my famous nosebleeds, it lasts for a short 15 minutes. But in that time, I basically given blood. I soak through a pack of 10 tissues from those little packets of tissue that FOBs inevitably carry.

So I lie back down, now tired and groggy. Just when I thought I would drift off into LaLa land, boom, my stomach does one of those "terrible two's" temper tandrum dances. "Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!"

I bolt up, quicker than a jack in the box with a rocket up his backside. I run to the toilet with nothing but my swimming trunks on, and I happy poo.

Happy poo is great by the way. My brother knows what I'm talking about. I digress.

I am now seriously tired - understatement of the day. I look at my bed, I probably grinned. I hear her loving calling, like an intimate lover, who begs to be held, caressed, and spooned. I dare not deny her.

I hop back into sleep, now a little irritated. I pull the cover over me, turn to my favorite side (right), pillow snugly between my knees. I concentrate on the sound of the hum of my computer and before you know it, I'm back to state bliss. Just before I push off into dream land, *BANG* *BANG* *BANG* *DING* *DING* *DING*

What is going on here? I try to ignore it, but the noises continue between fitful thumpings at the door, and mashing of the doorbell - like a car alarm. Geez, can't a brother get some shut eye around here?

After a minute of ignoring it, I'm envisioning someone outside, getting raped and bludgeoned to death. I can't have that on my hands, so I slither down stairs, so tired now I don't know how many steps until I reach the bottom, but I'm able to walk to the door and pull.

I'm greeted by my landlady's friend - apparently, she went upstairs to pee and that's how they missed each other.

I go back upstairs, and I can't fall asleep any longer. The siren's call to lulliby is gone. I trundle to my desk, flick on the LCD, and I surf for an hour. Each word I read brings me more awake than the last, and no matter what I do, I can't get that drowsy feeling back. Sure, I was still tired, and I still wanted to sleep, but everyone's had those times where you're so tired, that you're wired, right? Well that's how I felt.

Like a Hollywood ending though, I was able to finally sleep for two lousy hours. Not great, because I'm still groggy from the lack of sleep, but it is what it is.

....Blimey. posted by losir at 2:44 PM