House

Last night I totally crashed. I was in bed with the lights out before 10:00 p.m. And I slept until 7:45 this morning. Which adds up to what--over nine hours of sleep? And I'm still tired.

And it's not SAD, at least not today, which is freezing cold, but of such a sunniness that I want to throw out all my furniture and replace it with antique Swedish Gustavian stuff like this






and then waft around in a long dress like someone out of Fanny and Alexander.

OK, maybe not.

But did anyone see that episode of House, M.D. where the woman is sleeping 18 hours a day, and it turns out she has African Sleeping Sickness, and no one can figure out how she got it, and it turns out she was having an affair with her husband's jogging partner?

Well, my husband doesn't jog. So it can't be that.

But there doesn't seem to be enough caffeine in the world to pep me up. What will do the trick?

Treadmill? Geritol? Getting my ass out of this chair and away from internet?