Note to self, which will probably be lost and forgotten when I need it again.
I don’t need drugs. I don’t need to get drunk. I don’t need a day off, per se. I need sleep.
Lots of sleep. Naps, then forty winks, then a night of the deep & restful, then naps in the morning after lolling for a while, a siesta, then a nap, and then another night of sleep, lovely sleep.
I am perky. I am pert. I am jovial and creative and clever and wise and tolerant and pleasant and lemon-scented. Because I had sleep.
Next time I’m grouching, I am going to try to check to see when I last slept eight hours in a row.
Crossposted from Epinepherine & Sophistry