This weekend was draining. I drove home from Santa Rosa, which is a 2 hour drive, on Monday morning. I pulled over somewhere in Fairfield to sleep because I was too tired to continue on the freeway. Short of being abducted by truckers, I can get a pretty peaceful sleep… but… anyway… my sister called about 30 minutes after I stopped, waking me up. I had been sound asleep. I decided to stop at Starbucks (which is my new freaking addiction) and then head on home.
When I got home, I hit the bed, and essentially became comatose. I dreamt that the Big A came into the house, walked back to my room, kneeled next to my bed and told me that he hit a bunny rabbit on his way to my house. I was unable to respond, even after he shook me. So he picked me up to take me to the hospital. About 3 hours after I laid down, I woke up. And you know how when you wake up from a deep sleep and your body is super heavy? Well I couldn’t really et out of bed. It took me like 30 minutes to get up. And then I napped deeply about an hour after I got up. And I went to bed at 10 and slept straight through to my alarm this morning.
I hope that I am just catching up on some much needed sleep and that this isn’t more serious.
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its stress i tell ya! stress! It is EVIL!!!!!!