Then there is the opposite end of the spectrum. I am laying in four inches of dried concrete. My dreams are annoying. (This morning I dreamed someone broke my door, stole my car, and I was so angry and frustrated I was unsuccessfully trying to stab him with my car keys after he brought it back. And a whole bunch of people parked cars all over our yard, including a hearse). I want to wake up but I can’t. When I finally do wake up, I can barely get out of bed. My head hurts, my jaw and teeth ache. I feel like I am covered in grease. My neck is sore, my back hurts and I feel so messed-up in my head I call it brain damage. I can’t seem to think. I feel tireder than I did when I went to bed. That’s where I am right now.

Coffee Helps. Lots of coffee.