I slept 14 hours.  It really pisses me off.  It is SO unfair and yadayadayada I know I could have some worse disease but I don't.  I can't "achieve" and I've always been an achiever.  I can't plan, and I've always been a planner.  I can give - but not too much. I had to lay down during church...then I practiced with the kiddies musical.  I took two vicodin to make it.  I was in bed by 7:30.  Woke up at 9:30 for food (to neutralize pills), work up twice more but I was dead asleep.   I had wild vivid dreams.  I was rejected by my exhusband, dumped by a best friend...these are MY forms of nightmare.  The last one I was on this plane, knowing I didn't have time to fly but choosing to fly anyway (old theme of I'll figure it out later).  And in a way...I'm drifting with no idea of how I'll survive. I'm so very tired.  I will go to the gym today, but not much else.  I don't want to write.  I resent the energy of my characters.  They get to do stuff while I sit here in my pajamas.