Anyway, this morning, at about 8:30, I ran out of energy. I don't know what happened. I'd been a bit tired when I woke up, but while at work I went from "tired" to "utterly falling-down exhausted". I could barely stay awake. I didn't even want to take the bus home because I was afraid I'd collapse on the sidewalk. I called Lut and he picked me up to take me home on his lunch hour, at noon.
I managed to get most of my work done while at work. Just before leaving the house, I'd taken a couple of acetaminophen, and for a while, I thought perhaps I'd taken the "Acetaminophen PM" that we've got, and that was what was knocking me out. I told one of my co-workers, "I'm not sure if I should I hope that I was dumb enough to inadvertantly dope myself on the wrong drug, or that I took the correct one, in which case I have no idea what's wrong with me."
Well, I took the regular kind, so I have no idea what was wrong with me. You know, apart from the four sutured holes in my mouth, anyway. You'd think I'd be over that by now. *sigh*
(And no, there's no reason why acetaminophen should knock me out. The Vicodin-clone drug I've been taking all this time has acetaminophen in it. Acetaminophen has never made me sleepy before.)
'nother weekend almost here. Maybe I can recover during it.
And now, I should start working on Prophecy before it gets any later and I put it off for another day.
