I don’t know what it was that hit me on Monday night, but it certainly laid me out. I went to bed Monday night, and pretty much stayed there for all of yesterday (except to post that blog entry and watch a movie, but I was lying down for that).

I was too weak to hold up a book, so I listened to endless hours of NPR, with my ridiculous hat on, huddled under a full load of blankets. I slept a lot too, for three or four hours at a time. I slept really well last night too. Woke up in a pool of sweat, just in time to call in sick to work and go back to sleep until eleven. Despite having not eaten since Monday night, I still wasn’t hungry, but I was feeling extremely weak, so I decided I should eat something. Scrambled eggs and soy bacon were just the metaphorical ticket. Oh, and ‘mountain berry’ juice, made from real mountainberries! Isn’t this an exciting blog entry?

I think what it all comes down to is that I’ve had a few really big emotional blows this month; girl-related and music-career-related. It doesn’t get bigger than that. One would have been quite enough, thank you very much. Hopefully the worst is over.

Today I have the blinds up and the windows open, I’m taking a shower and putting on real clothes, and I may actually go run an errand or two. But I’m feeling sad, weak, and just plain crappy, and I could really use some good news for a change.

Luckily, there is some. I’m driving up to Seattle this weekend to see the movie Paprika at the Seattle International Film Festival. I don’t want to miss a chance to see it in the theater, even if it means going by myself. My brother lives up there, and I have a couple of friends there, too, so it should be a good weekend.

In more better news, Crystin Byrd and I are starting work on a song of hers for an upcoming movie soundtrack. We get the ending credits all to ourselves.