Woo, slept for twelve hours

Well, probably technically a little bit less. Went to bed around 3pm. Got out of bed around 3am. Woke up a few times in between, wanting to die. Sometimes when I get sick like that, I get really weirdly delirious. The first time I woke up was a little after 6pm. I looked at the clock, saw the time, and realised that I must have been damn sick to be waking up at six in the morning. I got up to go actually be sick, and on my way back to the bedroom, I noticed Mama Bear was up and watching TV, and I couldn't figure out why she was up so early, and why she wasn't getting ready for work. I woke up twice after that in rapid succession and never did manage to work out why she was up.

Then I woke up around twelve — midnight — and wondered why I was still in bed at midday. And then Robin Hood came to bed as I was frowning at the clock, and I just went back to bed. It wasn't until I got up again around 3am that I realised that yes, it's actually the time I think it is. And I'm fairly positive I didn't just sleep for a day and a half, mostly because I didn't wake up to twenty frantic emails from Sophie, wondering if I'm dead.