oh my goodness, sleep
I don't know what I'm allergic to, but we need to change seasons and flush it out of my system because all I want to do anymore is sleep. I'm not actually sick (no fever, no vomit, no pus--which I believe were the requirements my mother had for us staying home from school [hurrah, perfect attendance in high school, despite whatever tried to eat my soul/throat in junior year], which is the worst thing your body can feel when you don't feel like doing anything. My vague headaches and general listlessness are not enough to keep me home from work, especially not now that I'll have morning rehearsals for the Rotunda.
I have no other news, because this is my life right now. My apologies to the world that all I want to do at the moment is be antisocial and fall asleep on my couch by 10:30. Excuse me while I spend the rest of my lunch hour napping.