four showers in ten hours

Well, I’m back. Whatever it is that causes these spells never lasts more than a day, thankfully. Unfortunately, I still don’t know exactly what causes this bullshit. I was up really early, and Shawshank found me curled up on the couch when he woke up. I didn’t wake up sick, but I didn’t feel right. An hour after he woke up, I was back on the bed, with alternating hot/cold flashes and nausea and everything else that comes with this happy crappy. Shawshank went out and bought something to help with the nausea, and made a guest post to keep my posting streak alive (yesterday was 1000 days!). I fitfully slept in weird positions on the bed.

Eventually, after 10 hours of sleeping between bouts of nausea, I emerged from the bedroom.

Surprisingly, I didn’t have much trouble falling asleep last night. I’ve been slightly awake and dozing since around 4am. For the time being, I’m on the couch, with Chaucer‘s fuzzy body wedged between me and Shawshank. Pippin is on Shawshank‘s legs. We haven’t seen Backdoor Cat since Sunday.

I might actually assume a human form today. I can’t guarantee I’ll wear some real clothes, I might just kick it in jammies all day. Whatever I do, it’ll be better than yesterday.