Living horizontally

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I hereby retroactively declare today, Monday, to have been a National Day of Meh. (So there.) It was one of those days when I woke up feeling like my brain had rattled loose from its moorings, like that last Boggle cube that refuses to take it proper seat, and never quite got my groove back. It started when I was shaken out of REM sleep about an hour too early, and headed to the bathroom dressed only in a pair of fleece sweatpants with the intent of trying again on the sleep thing when I was done. This plan was scuttled when, upon leaving the bathroom, I found myself face to face with the man I didn't know who was in the living room; this was how I met primal_pastry's brother, who I'd forgotten was coming in to visit from out of state today. I must say, there's nothing quite like the sleep deficiency/semi-nakedness combo platter to make one feel like a quacking idiot during introductory conversations. Very nice fellow, though.

I did manage to get some constructive things done today, but most of the day was spent wallowing in that unpleasantly off-kilter sensation of being simultaneously lemme-outta-here stir-crazy and wanting the world to just implode and get it over with already so I don't have to move. In the end, the Universe Can Bite Me trend won out around 7 p.m. when the blinding headache came to call, the bastard. belgatherial and figmentj did the tag team thing they do when Adam is not taking care of himself and ordered me to take a nap (after having a large glass water, which was the other half of figmentj's prescription). This has probably scuttled my sleep patterns, but as I no longer feel like six feet of frat house carpeting I'll take my proverbial lumps.