Stuck in the mortal coil.

Oh Thursday, you horrendous tease.

I am mentally, physically, and emotionally exhausted this morning. I'm finding it hard to focus, and I feel like I could sleep for a small forever-- I must be about to get sick. Last night, I slept for eight hours with no interruptions, and did not dream. Of course, I'm grateful I didn't dream. I had another one of those dreams earlier in the week, and waking up feeling suckerpunched is not exactly the best way to start a day. This morning, I woke up hazy, and the condition has not improved with the liberal application of caffeine. Today is a long day-- I have both bellydance class and what is certain to be a long, drawn-out, emotionally draining conversation on the docket for tonight, and to be honest, I'd rather just sleep. I don't know if I have the energy to be levelheaded and coherent. Plus, when I'm tired, I have the tendency to be either extremely cuddly or impatient and snappish, and neither will serve me particularly well tonight.

I want to skip it. Sleep dreamlessly until I board a plane. Be away.