i've been asleep for a long, long time

'blonde hair to brown and then brown to white'

- from hey rosetta's "i've been asleep for a long, long time"

but really, i have. my zombie-blues slipped away into an unconscious haze where i spent the past three or four days floating between work and sleep. i've got no symptoms of illness save my extreme fatigue so i'm thinking that i am just plain and plum tuckered-out. save some slight tossing and turning thanks to a kitty on my back (or my belly, or my bum, or on my head...) i've been knocked out all night (and sometimes all day) for long, long periods of time.

strangely enough and so weirdly for me, i have an extreme distaste for coffee during these mumbling days. the smell of coffee alone makes me want to ralph and this, aside from my burning desire for sleepsleepsleepPLEASEsleep, concerns me as coffee was, for a long time, my favorite and most-consumed beverage next to water. also, this whole "just suck it up and push through the day little choo-choo train, you'll wake up in no time!" mantra is only good for short spurts of time as i usually end up crashing and snoring in the worst places (ahem, public transit) where my clearly very-awake neighbour feels uncomfortable with my drool inching closer and closer to his ever-so-nice bench jacket. sigh.

so, caffeine pills are scary to me. sleep ain't 'nough. i'm not a tea drinker and the harder i push my body the harder i hit the pillow (or, as stated, my bus neighbour). if i worked outside i might not have such a sleepy issue as the crisp fall air gives me such thrilling slaps in the paleface. should i be spending my breaks standing roadside, or would that give off the wrong impression? should i just accept my exhaustion for what it is and keep my fingers crossed that it passes with a few more days of rest?

help me out, folks. i can't stand this whole bumbling, mumbling new self. she's a bit of an old bat and she's covered in cat hair - not good, you guys. not. good.