My nap turned into a coma.
I woke up about an hour ago.
It's the middle of the night (sort of) and I'm watching decorating shows.
I can't imagine that I'll make it through the whole of today without some other kind of nap or snooze or rest.
My internal clock is completely turned around. It's weird but I don't feel too horrible, just a little groggy and disoriented. We both missed dinner last night too. I hope Mark is feeling okay when he gets up.
Man, this is weird. I actually slept for 10 hours, in a row.