Well, went home sick yesterday, which meant that I was in bed at 3:30 yesterday afternoon.
I got back up at 7:15. At some dinner. Light dinner. Didn't throw it up despite the urge to do so. Fought a fever and a headache and managed to get through Bones before giving up and going back to bed.
Which means I slept from 3:30-7:15, then 9:00-5:40. For me, that's a lot. A whole lot. (I actually woke up of my own free will at 5:40 due to my body saying "Okay, we're done. All healed now. You can wake up.")
I don't like being sick. Let's not have that happen again for a while, okay?
On to Bones, how many people watched and nearly fell off the couch squealing when the guest credits included Sam Jones III? Just me?
I got back up at 7:15. At some dinner. Light dinner. Didn't throw it up despite the urge to do so. Fought a fever and a headache and managed to get through Bones before giving up and going back to bed.
Which means I slept from 3:30-7:15, then 9:00-5:40. For me, that's a lot. A whole lot. (I actually woke up of my own free will at 5:40 due to my body saying "Okay, we're done. All healed now. You can wake up.")
I don't like being sick. Let's not have that happen again for a while, okay?
On to Bones, how many people watched and nearly fell off the couch squealing when the guest credits included Sam Jones III? Just me?