I've got tonnes of laundry to do. (I even bought some dryer sheets!)

I've got to re-evaluate my options, my budget, my future, my friendships, my life.

But all I want to do is go back to bed.

Which would not be so appalling, had I not just slept from 11 am Sunday until 3 am Tuesday. Yep 40 hours of sleep. (give or take the hour or two I was up to eat and bathe on Monday)

I'm starting to think this may be a problem.