Gah.

I had a spectacular day Monday. Briana had a migraine so I took care of her. I made her some rice soup and fried up an egg. I made her jasmine green tea. I was an all around good person. So when I discovered mold growing on the carpet of my bedroom, I felt like the god I don't believe in was smiting me.


So for the past two nights, I've been sleeping on the couch. The couch is ok when I'm voluntarily sleeping on it to straighten out my back or to make myself uncomfortable and make sure I wake up in the morning. The first night was bearable. I woke up at 7:30, but I figured that was just my new sleeping pattern (woke up the previous morning at 7:45.) This morning though, 6:30. I haven't woken up at 6:30 unless I was going to the airport since high school. I felt like I had been beaten while I slept so I went back to sleep. Woke up again at 7:30, still not feeling better. Again at 8 and at 9. By this point I realized I wasn't going to feel better, so I just got up.

My whole body aches. My entire back feels bludgeoned. My arms feel like the blood was drained out of them, poured back in, then twisted into unimaginable positions. I shudder to think how I contorted myself in my sleep to fit on the couch and make me feel so pained.