I woke up so exhausted after a night of dreams themed around anxiety. I’ve started having the craziest dreams. Sometimes they’re these incredibly detailed trilogies that could pass for YA fiction (I often write down as much detail as I can remember when I wake up, who knows, maybe I’ll be a famous author one day) and sometimes they’re just disjointed, weird, and kind of uncomfortable. I love days when I can hop out of bed with energy, excited about the day and what it brings. Today was not one of those days. It’s kind of like having a panic attack hangover. I woke up with barely enough energy to roll over. Only the promise of a hot bubble bath and an episode of Bones got me out of bed. (I’m rewatching the season right before Booth and Bones finally get together, I needed the happiness boost.) The hot water revived me enough to actually get up and get ready for my day. I had a conference with a student, and wanted to work on my prospectus in the library before teaching. And I treated myself to a hibiscus rooibos tea on the walk here.
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