I swear, I’m going to do a better job of getting to bed by ten pm. And I don’t remember being awake at all.

I keep trying to remember that hitting the snooze button is bad for me, but every morning the thought of ten, sweet more minutes sounds so good…

But this morning, when I woke up I promptly fell over because suddenly I was trying to walk on a rolling ship deck. It took me a little while to realize I had vertigo big time (as opposed to the small time snippets I had over the weekend), probably as a result of the cold I managed to not fully get Thursday/Friday.

I had quite the day of it, lemme tell you interwebz, lurching around the office trying not to walk into walls.

What the heck is she doing now?

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