...Were It Not That I Had Bad Dreams
Sep. 4th, 2013 10:57 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
f4f3I did everything right last night - got home around seven, cycled at a decent pace for an hour, ate and went to bed with an old-fasioned book, and put out the light by 10.30.
So I was a bit annoyed to have had my worst sleep for ages, a real humdinger of a nightmare being accompanied by running what seemed like a marathon on the spot. I woke up aching, depressed, and in no mood for leaving the house.
That wasn't an option, so I've dragged myself into work, where I'm being slightly worse than useless. I really hope I'm coming down with something. A cold or flu I can handle. Existential angst I can do without...
So I was a bit annoyed to have had my worst sleep for ages, a real humdinger of a nightmare being accompanied by running what seemed like a marathon on the spot. I woke up aching, depressed, and in no mood for leaving the house.
That wasn't an option, so I've dragged myself into work, where I'm being slightly worse than useless. I really hope I'm coming down with something. A cold or flu I can handle. Existential angst I can do without...
