I was supposed to clean the house today, but my sleep disorder got in the way. I told you I have delayed phase sleep disorder, but that’s only on a good day; on a bad one, I have this.
The morning started off well enough, but I crashed around 9 am and could not leave the bed, though I did not sleep for a couple more hours or so. My eyes were open, but my brain refused to process any information. Finally I went to sleep and woke up just now feeling relatively okay, but it’s 6:37 PM.
I’ve had this disorder all my life. Though I know intellectually that it’s not my fault, I still get angry at myself for not being able to stay awake and get things done like a normal person. I live by myself, so if I don’t do things, they don’t get done. This place needs to be cleaned, and I have about 3 hours to do something useful before my landlady who lives downstairs goes to bed. (After she does, I can’t move around too much because the floors are squeaky.)
Exiled Stardust 