I woke up this morning and it was Monday, February 8th, 2016. This is not news. When you woke up on this day, it was the same. You’d probably gone to bed after watching the Super Bowl. Or maybe, if sports aren’t your thing, you went to bed after spending time with your family or whatever. It was, perhaps, Sunday, February 7th, or maybe the early hours of Monday, February 8th, 2016, when you went to sleep. Then you woke up today.
I went to sleep on Sunday, January 31st, 2016.
That was one week ago.
Nothing was odd about that night. I didn’t do any weird drugs. I don’t do drugs. Not for any moral reasons. Alcohol works perfectly fine. I had a couple beers with dinner that evening, but I usually have a beer or two with dinner. I didn’t see a ghost, or summon a daemon. I played some games on my computer and watched the Venture Bros. special from last year so that I would be caught up for the season premier tomorrow. After watching the show, I went to bed. It was about 11 p.m. In bed I read a bit of Twitter and dozed off.
I am not sick. I was note comatose during the past week. I do not feel overly groggy like you do when you sleep for a really long period of time when you haven’t worked hard, like when you were young. I do not feel bright and ready to go like you feel after a good long sleep after a hard day. I feel like I normally do when I wake up after a night of sleep. I don’t want to get up, but that’s because I’m not really a morning person. I mean, I’m actually quite productive in the mornings, once I get going. It’s just the getting up that is the biggest hurdle. Once up, though, I do not feel anything other than annoyance that it is a week later than when I went to sleep.
It’s just never happened for this long before.