Sometime in my sleep last night, I must have been hit by a bus.

Things I remember:

I fell asleep. I had a horrible dream, so horrible that I can’t even write about here here, because it sounds crazy. And it was scary. I remember Pete waking me up when he got home from work, and I was completely incoherent. I used my standard “Baby…I have to go to the bathroom” line, and could hardly get myself out of bed. So I stumbled, went, and went back to sleep.

I vaguely remember Pete kissing me goodbye when he left for work, and then Tater, who was sleeping with us for the first time in a few nights. And then I had more weird dreams.

The phone rang, and it was Jeff Love. It registered to me that he was calling me very early his time, so I answered, and asked him why he was calling so early. He’s like, “Are you asleep? It’s 12:30 over there!” What? I never sleep that late.

Then Jessica called, and I made my way downstairs to couch, still disoriented, trying to open the vertical blinds. It was too much effort. At least she was so lazy that she was laying on the floor talking to me, and I was laying on the couch, still unable to open the blinds.

And now. I STILL feel weird, and I’m supposed to go to a work thing in like 30 mins. Ah. Deciding what to wear is too much effort. This is my medicine laughing at me, because I forgot to take it yesterday and still pumped my pmsing body with caffeine. Helloooo caffeine hangover, hopefully I can wake up enough to be conherent between now and 5!!