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wah.
Went to bed 9:30ish last night, which is insanely early 'round these parts. The comforter is in the guest room, because it's been so hot and muggy that at the weekend when I did the laundry I just stopped making the bed once the sheets were on it. Which has been fine, except that last night when I went to bed 9:30ish it wasn't long before I was cold. But I was so relieved to be lying down that I couldn't face getting up and going all the way into the next room to get the comforter -- never mind dealing with the thing. There are also blankets in there, which would be less cumbersome to deal with, but again, all the way in the next room. And I was really very comfortable. Except too cold.
These are the kind of dilemmas you face when you're just sick enough to be pathetic, but not actually sick, right?
Eventually I got up and changed the ceiling fan from top speed to top-speed-but-one, which did the trick. But I had to keep one hand on the bed the whole time (30 seconds approx.) I was out of it, to be sure I wouldn't tip over, as my balance was shot.
I slept and slept and slept, more than nine hours, and at one point early this morning my dreams were particularly chaotic, with lots of frantic running around, and then I dreamed I (literally) hit a wall. In the dream I was just lying there, having hit the wall and then, you know, fallen down, and I remember thinking it was kind of shocking how abruptly all the chaos went away but at least I was lying still, which was good -- except I couldn't move, and somehow I became aware that I was lying still in the dream the same way I was lying still in real life, but in real life I had not, in fact, run into a wall, so eventually I could move, and that was all right. Very strange, though.
These are the kind of dilemmas you face when you're just sick enough to be pathetic, but not actually sick, right?
Eventually I got up and changed the ceiling fan from top speed to top-speed-but-one, which did the trick. But I had to keep one hand on the bed the whole time (30 seconds approx.) I was out of it, to be sure I wouldn't tip over, as my balance was shot.
I slept and slept and slept, more than nine hours, and at one point early this morning my dreams were particularly chaotic, with lots of frantic running around, and then I dreamed I (literally) hit a wall. In the dream I was just lying there, having hit the wall and then, you know, fallen down, and I remember thinking it was kind of shocking how abruptly all the chaos went away but at least I was lying still, which was good -- except I couldn't move, and somehow I became aware that I was lying still in the dream the same way I was lying still in real life, but in real life I had not, in fact, run into a wall, so eventually I could move, and that was all right. Very strange, though.