Tired

It's becoming increasingly difficult to crawl out of bed in the morning. Somehow I still manage to do so at 6 am everyday and run around for half an hour, but for the rest of the day I'm pretty much brain-dead.

So I was out on my run this morning. It's funny that on some days this exercise is surprisingly easy while on others - like today - every patch of grass is beckoning me to snooze on it. By the end of it all I was slumped in the shower with my eyes half-closed, lathering my face with hair conditioner.

Then to Jez's place for the most mind-blowing nap of my life. Words fail to describe how comfortable it was. The fact that I was very freshly showered in the comfort of my own bathroom (which the other 99% of the time isn't the case) must have been it.

We had to get up in time for me to go to work. It was a favour for Freida and I was inclined not to keep my word because the bed ... really ... electric blanket ... warmth ... just ... like ... sleepy ... marshmallow ...