Broken head today. Can't fathom why. Feel fine, really, but I could not get out of bed. Called in, slept. Slept more. Ate. Slept.
I had a huge number of bad dreams last night, and I can't really remember them. I think that's the closest thing to an explanation I can present. One or two bad dreams can cripple me in the morning for an hour or so. Maybe I sustained too much damage in my sleep to get up.
Again, I feel fine. I don't know what happened. I'm annoyed that I missed work (I'm sure the boss is, too), and I'm annoyed I didn't use the gorgeous day for something other than recovery and sleep. This is confusing. At least it's very, very rare: might have happened once or twice in the past.
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Saturday, didn't see SP. Went to a party, had a great time, didn't kill anyone. Collapsed a chair, spilled all over myself. Punk rock.
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Edit: I forgot to add that the whole house has smelled like Lagerfeld Photo for two days, because I broke a giant bottle of it on the bathroom floor yesterday. Dizzying. It nearly killed poor
rojagato. I can't smell it anymore, but I'm sure it lingers. Maybe that explains the dreams.