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I have had the weirdest day, honestly, and it's only nine am.

Lately when I get home I've been going straight to bed and sleeping for an hour or two, God knows why; I am just Very Tired All The Time. Last night, I went to bed, woke up at six, staggered out into the kitchen to make myself some dinner, and after about five minutes I had one of those horrified Oh No moments when you think you have fucked something up. For some reason I thought it must be six in the morning, and why was I fixing myself cold pizza at six in the morning when I should be in the shower because I leave for the train at six-fifteen.

Then I managed to work out that it was, in fact, still Tuesday, though I had to spend more time than I ought trying to figure out if it was Tuesday when I went to bed.

It took me another two hours to realise I'd left my flashdrive, which basically contains MY LIFE on it, at work. At least I hoped it was at work. It's useless should anyone find it, everything sensitive is password-protected and I back it up regularly, but there's still that oh-god-what-if-I-lost-it-on-the-train feeling.

(I left it at work. It was still plugged into the computer when I came in this morning.)

When I finally went to bed around 9:30, I had one of those horrifying nested dreams where you keep waking up. I must have "woken up" four times before actually waking up this morning. On the plus side, every dream was set in a slightly less complicated universe, so I spent four wake-ups being progressively more relieved.

Then I got up, spent my usual workout being sassed by the Wii Fit, fell over whilst doing yoga, and came to work, where half our staff is out sick.

I want a doughnut. Doughnuts are simple things.

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OH, I'M GETTING SICK.

That would explain why everything since yesterday feels like a dream ballet.

Awesome. Because this totally does not impact the research bio I have due by Friday, the ALL DEPARTMENT meeting on Friday, budget documents I'm supposed to give to my boss tomorrow, the surgery I'm having on Monday, and my plans for the weekend.

I was done with the budget, you say? No. It rose from the dead to haunt me. Despite having staffed up 50% in the last fiscal year, we have to cut 5% from our budget. Because logic.

It does explain the freaky dreams, the brief bout of puking, and the constant sleeping. Being fair, I thought the puking might have derived from a bad lunch sandwich. I know better than to eat at Subway.

Do I contact my doctor about this? Will it impact the balloon they're planning to shove up my nose? I hate to bag out; I'm not congested at all, and they called me today to ask if they can bring in a camera crew to film my procedure. I'm going to be the star of a nose-balloon movie, and how many times does that opportunity come up in this life? I can be healed by Monday. And I am desperate to have this procedure done because I am having sinus headaches at the rate of about two a week at this point which is really putting a crimp in my EVERYTHING.

BODY WHY DO YOU BETRAY ME, I FEED YOU TASTY THINGS AND DRESS YOU STYLISHLY.