Last night I walked home, then promptly collapsed on my bed and slept from 6-10pm. Then I woke up exceptionally hungry, made myself a small thing to eat, then collapsed back into bed. I did not wake up until my natural alarms went off.
This is not a good thing. I had work to do.
My natural alarms are the cats, in case you were wondering. Galahad especially, who has taken to purring really loudly while he nibbles at me. Either he's telling me he' really hungry, or he just likes the taste of people. Either way, it's terrible news for me.... I shall have to sleep with one eye open.
In any case, I'm not getting much done at the moment. I can't seem to function properly. I'm attributing this to burn out. I've been going pretty hard for the past few months, and I think it's finally catching up with me.
So, I'm giving myself permission to take the rest of the week off. No work. Nothing but mindlessness and sleep for the next few days. Just until I can get my groove back.
I'm really hoping that this doesn't result in a depressive spiral, as it has in the past. I think if I keep things light and try not to hate myself for not working on stuff that I should be, I should be alright. That's going to be a neat trick, though.
On that note, I'm off to goof around on the interwebs.