Day 65: Longest. Nap. Ever.

I just woke up from my nap. From yesterday. I laid down at 1:30 yesterday (Friday) afternoon. It's now 9 a.m. Saturday morning. Does that still count as a nap? I think I had more of a mini-coma. I did wake up starving at 2 a.m. and vaguely remember eating a bowl of soup...but it's all a bit hazy and feels like it was a dream. However, the bowl is sitting on the couch and I woke up holding a spoon, so I'm pretty sure it happened. How tired do you have to be to just wipe out for like 16 hours? Granted I have a bit of a cold and I had sketchy sleep this past week, but nothing I've not dealt with before! Maybe it's the last few weeks of inconsistent sleep that all caught up with me. Who knows. All I know is I feel pretty freaking fantastic this morning and I have all this energy! Problem being is I have absolutely no plans. The weekend of nothing was originally a good thing, a chance to catch up on sleep, and just relax. But now that I pretty much accomplished that in one day of my weekend, I am restless with nothing to do. Hmmm...the kitchen floor could be mopped and the vaccuum is looking bored. You all know how I love to clean...