Last night I got home around 5:30 (the stars all aligned and I was able to hop from one bus to another without waiting! Yay! Home in 25 minutes!). I felt pretty awful - tired, hard to think, achy - so I decided to have a bit of a lie down until E got home.
I vaguely remember him trying to wake me up to eat something. It was like that scene in Twin Peaks where the midget is speaking in tongues and everything is warped. And I woke up a few other times, mostly due to cats sleeping on now numb parts of my body.
Then I rolled over and it was 6:30 AM. I figure with the bit of tossing and turning, I slept for a good 12 hours. I'm still a bit tired, but man'o'man do I feel better.
I'm guessing all the stress of Brazil and then finishing my slides for UXI yesterday (Chicago here I come!) my body finally had enough.
