I think this is why I was put in the “bluebirds” reading group in grade 2 and not the “ostriches”.
You read between 700 – 750 words per minute. Extremely efficient reading level. (The average rate is between 200 – 250 words per minute.) It is assumed that you did not skim the words nor fail to understand the meaning of what was read.
(the person, not the dog. The dog probably does have something on me. Bastard.) (oh wait, I just realized that I meant Rip Van Winkle, not Rin Tin Tin. My mistake. But still, that dog’s a bastard. Don’t ask, I’ve got my reasons).
Guess what I’ve been up to?
Sleeping!
I’ve always kidded about how much I love to sleep. And it’s no joke, I do love sleeping. But I think it’s been getting out of hand lately. For the past few weeks, or months, I don’t know, it’s kind of crept up on me, I’ve been exhausted. Not in a “oh I stayed up all night having fabulous times with my husband and all our cosmopolitan friends” exhausted. More like “I go to bed and sleep for twelve hours then I drag my ass around at work all day yawning and then I go home and lay on the couch until I can go back to bed” exhausted.
I took a personal day today– I had things that needed doing– and guess what? I went to bed at something like 9:00 last night (yeah! stayed up late!) and woke up at (wait for it) 3:30 pm. When Rob came and dragged me out of bed. And I’m still tired.
So!
-I’m not pregnant
-I eat as well as I possibly can without giving up the pure sugar goodness that are Sweet Tarts (don’t judge me).
-I’ve tried the whole “sleep less! I’m so tired because I sleep too much!” thing– but that isn’t working.
My only thoughts are that it might be my thyroid, some kind of vitamin (B12 maybe?) deficiency, or maybe I’m actually a bear and am starting to hibernate.
Or that damn dog has been fucking with me again. I will be avenged!
Here’s one that’s sure to please the 10-year-old in your life:
http://www.dailymail.co.uk/pages/live/articles/news/news.html?in_article_id=412195&in_page_id=17
A little treat for you on this gloomy old day: