Yesterday I was doing all right. I went and got my Nin tattoo done at noon, and since I am a total pussy and Emla'ed my entire forearm, it went really well - I even fell asleep at one point. When I was done, I ran to Safeway to grab a sandwich for Bf, then went to his shop to deliver his lunch and show off my tattoo.
I started to lose energy shortly after I got home. I kept fading throughout the evening, until I ended up passing out in the recliner by 10 o'clock. Bf woke me up and moved me upstairs, where I was asleep again before my head hit the pillow. This morning, he asked me to get up and hang out with him and Baby before he had to go to work. But whatever had sucked my energy dry last night was still with me, and even though I had slept for almost 12 hours, I was too exhausted to get out of bed. I lay back down, and before I knew it, I was sound asleep again.
Bf woke me up again at 11, and announced that he and Baby were leaving for the day. Baby was going to Psycho's house for the day, and Bf had to work. I opened my eyes in acknowledgement, mumbled "Bye", and then went back to sleep.
And when it was time to get up and go to work?
Yup. I just went back to sleep.