It's absolutely ridiculous that I have spent almost the entire weekend in bed. I have indeed gotten out of bed, and puttered around for a few hours, only to fall exhausted onto some horizontal surface and gently drift back to sleep.

From this I can conclude a) I'm really really exhausted b) I am stressed c) it's the drugs. I think it's a combination of all three, to be honest.

Today, for example, I slept until ten this morning (from ten last night, with two trips outside for the dogs). I got up for half an hour, was really groggy (the kind of groggy you have after a three day bender) and went back to bed. Where I slept until one thirty. It's a mark of my general ditziness that I made myself a plate of nachos and put them into the non functioning microwave, and pressed buttons, and walked off before remembering that the damn thing was broken. Grrrr. At four, after vaccuuming the house (at least I got something done, even if I've no clean knickers to wear), I was very sleepy and so sat on the couch to read a bit, only to wake up an hour later. Now I'm completely fagged again - and it's only six thirty eight.

So I surrender. I've eaten a big bowl of cereal (nothing sounds good, actually, so this was the best I could do) and am in my jammies and asleep-ish. With the obligatory vampire porn - I'm not sure why I'm reading this, as there is no part below my neck that seems to be awake. What the HELL is wrong with me? I hadn't taken any of the pills since five am this morning, when the throb in my neck woke me up. A throb in your neck that matches your hearbeat is a very loud thing to hear at five.

I've worn myself out, it seems, with late nights, stress at work, stress at home, ex boyfriend stress, etc., etc. I'm very glad I took Wednesday and Thursday off work, and worked from the couch on Friday. I'm not sure what would have happened had I continued to push myself. I shudder to find out.