Or more precisely, weekend. Yeah.
I went to bed at ten p.m. last night. Didn’t fall asleep till five a.m. I’m not kidding. This ain’t helping my head cold thing one bit. I’ve been vulnerable to the cold because my sleeping’s been wildly off lately, and experience has long taught me that the more messed up my sleeping, the worse off I am, and I’m not talking about alertness issues. A couple of hours short of my ideal sleep time mean a runny nose the following day. If this gets sustained for a week, all hell breaks loose.
I’ve been floating around a theory as to why my sleeping’s been whacked out. It’s a new brand of vitamin supplements I started taking. It’s essentially an energizer, and even when I take them in the morning to ensure an unaffected sleeping time (and that’s with the minimum dosage, too), my rest is still shot to all heck. So say buh-bye to dem pills.
I blame Andy, you know. He’s the one who made me get that bottle (“for my own good”) because, apparently, the once-a-day stuff I’ve been taking (and have been perfectly happy with, thank you) had ingredients that didn’t come from some trusted source (according to his definition). He doesn’t agree with my general life philosophy of “If it ain’t broke, don’t fix it”. Now look where that “improvement” took me.
Oh, and speaking of the husband… he’s out cycling and enjoying the sun. Me? Stuck indoors and dying.
I’ll have to let all the air out of his bike’s tires when he’s not looking. And lower his saddle so that it’ll look like he’s riding a clown bike. That oughta learn him.