Narcolepsy

So much I needed to do today, but my head and/or body was having none of it. I can't tell if I was being sick, migrainy, or just withdrawing from caffeine, but I slept something like 17 of the past 21 hours. Now I have to do my laundry, do dishes, pack, go holiday shopping, mail all my bills, take Freud to the vet for his shots, and clean my apartment tomorrow before I go to my parents' house to spend the night and leave for London with them on Friday. Freud's being even clingier than usual, so I think I must be giving off "I'm abandoning you for a week" vibes.

During my 17 hours of sleep I had many strange dreams including one that starred people I haven't though about since high school and another in which Brian got to drive his family's old brown VW Bug. Mind you, Brian's family in reality owns now such car, but in the dream, it was awesome and looked almost exactly like this picture I found.

Dammit, now I feel all dehydrated and hung over and I've been chugging water like a fiend but I'm craving fruit but I'm tempted to just go to bed for the night and make the most of tomorrow. Monkey penis.