That’s kinda what I feel like right now… a zombie… cat.
Day 1: I ended up sleeping in pretty freaking late from Saturday night, like 6pm late. My girlfriend figured that if I was sleeping that late my body needed it so she let me sleep. I took my first pill around 7pm and then we went to the grocery store. About 8pm we were headed back, only a couple buildings from my apartment building and it hit me. It was like this wave just washed over me and I suddenly realized why you are supposed to take these things with a meal, which I had not done.
I made my way up my usual 5 flights of stairs and collapsed on the couch. My girlfriend was kind enough to make me a sandwhich and salad. The rest of the night is spent in a bit of a stupor.
