Went to bed about 4 am on Saturday morning - slept until 1 pm, called to cancel my student as I was brain dead (feel very guilty about this as she'd ALREADY LEFT). Then zonked out again until Peter phoned at about 4.30pm to say "We're outside your house - are you there?". Discovered Richard was totally unconscious next to me with Zs coming out of him. Dragged myself up, put lights on, got dressed etc. Was social.
Then about 11.30pm I came over all weak and feeble, lay down on the sofa "for a minute" and almost fell asleep there and then. Eventually staggered off to bed about 11.55pm. Zonked out. Woke up at 1 pm on Sunday.
So let's just go through this again: I slept for 12.5 hours on Friday night/Saturday morning, was awake for 7.5 hours, then slept for another 13 hours. Um.
I know I have chronic fatigue, and I know I've been pushing myself a bit hard lately with going back to college and meetings on too many days of the week, but honestly? That is ridiculous.