Braindead?

Perhaps I sleepwalked last night and hit every door I came a cross first 3 times with my head at full speed before opening it properly. Perhaps I just fell out of my bed and landed on my head, and without noticing climbed back into my bed to continue sleeping as if nothing happened. Perhaps my mom stopped mixing meds into my food and I just have withdrawal symptoms. Perhaps it's my cardiovascular system which is overstressed by the 6kg I put on during the last three months and that I started to work out like a maniac. Or perhaps I just slept way too less during the last few nights and had too much stress. Anyway, I don't know but my head is killing me. It's like someone nailed a four inch nail into the front right part of my brain while I was sleeping. It's maddening and nothing helps. Today's afternoon was like a walk through the hell for various reasons, not just because of my muttering head. I'll go to bed early tonight to catch some more sleep, as I have a business meeting at a local company tomorrow early in the morning, to discuss a project for the university.

See you,

Justin

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