haywire

don't know what's wrong with me
eyelids clamming shut, slaves to gravity
can't get through the afternoons without fantasising about a nap
can't get past a few paragraphs of my research notes without ending up flat
on my face, drool threatening to stain the sofa pillows (yes, I drool, you got a
problem with that?)
went for a swim one night, endorphins surged
couldn't sleep till 3am
as awake as an owl
aargh....the one-week hols have reached their tail-end
what useful thing have I done?
I'm such an old woman