I’m tired, but I got up anyway. I ate, fed the cats, and fell asleep in my chair with my coffee in my hand. I woke up when I dropped and spilled some of it.
I don’t know. It’s like I’m back in the Depo days. I can barely keep my eyes open. Is it an after effect of COVID?
I feel like I can’t catch a break. No matter what I do, I’m almost always exhausted. To be honest with you, the reason I didn’t stay in bed is because I sweat profusely in my sleep—I know, lovely—and I was just uncomfortable. But it’s my day to get up, anyway.
I do a ton of things in my sleep. I
- Grind and clench my teeth
- Street fight
- Snore when congested or overweight, and right now I’m both
I’m the whole package. I must be just a pleasure to sleep with. God.
I mean, according to my dentist, Dr. Dreamy (no, I’m kidding, sort of. Women apparently like him; I have no opinion, though he is very nice) I may have actually ground a crack into my tooth so bad I might possibly need a root canal. He said it was unlikely, but I don’t know. With my luck, it’s root canal city.
Anyway, enough of this super pleasant, brimming with positivity post. Anyway, I overuse the words so, well, and anyway in my posts. I know I do. Thank you for pretending not to notice.