I love to sleep

Coming home and going straight to bed is a best practice to me. It's better than anything else I can think of for shaking off the day and calming the nerves. Or for dealing with the adverse affects of too many antihistamines. Either way, I love it. Like I said yesterday, it isn't conducive towards achieving certain goals, but it'll make them less stressful.

I'm sure it can be gathered that I am still dealing with this rash/breakout/random-skin-issue. I still don't know what it is. I'm not even sure, with the cocktail of OTC and prescription drugs I am taking, what is treating it. I came home and slept. It's the best thing I could do. I felt slightly woozy all day. Almost as if I was on the border of losing my bearings and passing out. As I cannot say when I have ever passed out before, it would be a big deal if I did.

Back to sleep. There are definitely times when it is better than others to sleep off your problems. I'll go on record to say that today probably wasn't the best day for me to ignore my life for the better part of this evening. I probably shouldn't sleep my day away when I have laundry climbing the wall, or trash that needs to be thrown out. Maybe this is the time to wash my bed clothes in order to make sure that I'm not breaking out from something I'm laying in. Maybe. I could be organizing my media, or filing my paperwork, or doing a million other things to make my living situation more manageable. Nope. I'd rather sleep.

Call me lazy, but at least I'm not freaking out over my life back up due to a lack of sleep on top of everything else. My weeks will be normal here soon. I'll be able to have a day off again. A day that I can devote to keeping my home life in check. Finding time to deal with these things now is apparently too much work for me. Or maybe I should just call it...

Lazy.