This video is adorable…
for sloths. But let me recount my sleep record this past weekend:
Friday night: 10 hours
Saturday night: 13 hours
Sunday night: 9 hours + a 2 hour nap
That is 33 hours in 3 days.
(gwah..just thinking about the amount of time I wasted makes me nauseous)
Honestly, I don’t know what happened. I worked a lot this week, though nothing more than usual; I did not get enough sleep, also nothing unusual.
But when Sunday morning came around, I began it like that sloth - crawling around my bed with intentions to embrace the day - but puddling around from one spot to another, I just could not gather the energy to get up. When I did finally get up, around 2:00pm, I felt like a cotton farm had been planted inside my head.
Is there some kind of strange summer sickness I should be aware of?
The summer-slothilitis, or some such disorder? Symptoms: apathy, lethargy, a general unwillingness to get out of bed and do something useful with one’s life?
I guess I better stop laying off the coffee..
