I'm sluggishly dragging myself through my days lately. It's the 5-hour curse that's come to rest on me, I think. See, I'm an 8-hour person. I get my 8 hours of sleep a night, I can go through my day, awake, rested and present. Any more and I'm a groggy zombie, any less and I'm a cranky groggy zombie.

So, the 5-hour curse is simply this. I go to bed and exactly, and I mean exactly 5 hours later I wake up, fully alert, no chance of going back to sleep within this lifetime, or rather, morning. So this morning I woke up at 3:30am, and lay there for 30 minutes pleading with the gods to just let me sleep already.

No such luck.

I managed to sneak in another hour around 6am, but... god, this is killing me again. I know where it's come from too, my Zoloft. We've been playing tweak the drugs for a few months now and I'm at a substantial increase from the last time I was sleepwalking my way through my days. I hope that once again I'll balance out and feel level emotionally and awake physically.

It's funny too. I went to bed last night with this entire plan all formed and ready for today. I was going to use my awake time, the morning, to catch up on my neglected chores from the weekend. Then if I wasn't too in need of a nap, I was going to go to the gym in the afternoon, come home, have a bit of a nap, then pick up Sara. It was a nice plan. Too bad my night sleep was pooched.

I should've known better than to go to bed at 10:30. Ahh well. I'll do as much as I can this morning then go back to bed and nap some more. Perhaps the gym visit can be this evening after the masses are fed and I'm feeling more here. I don't know. The irony of it all is still very delicious. I feel better depression wise, and yet again I am too tired to do anything with it. At least I know it'll pass.

Oh god and I have that last order to fill too. *sighs* Back to one half an hour at a time living for me, I guess.

That's 12 minutes and I think I'm done writing for the day now. *laughs*