...Were It Not That I Had Bad Dreams

[f4f3]

I 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...

Comments

[helianthas.livejournal.com]

I relate!

[meredyth-13.livejournal.com]

It could have been nargles - I had a shite night's sleep as well, so I suspect there's a plague of them right now.

:D

[f4f3.livejournal.com]

There does seem to be a lot of it about...