I haven't done this since I was a teenager.
It's probably just mid-level depression. But there it was. I slept for 15 hours in a night. WHAT THE FUCK HAVE YOU DONE LATELY??? HUH? WHAT?? FUCK YOU.
True, I wasted a whole day at a time when I barely have a minute to spare to write for the Sleepover. True, I'm now so far behind on my work as to render "catching up" a completely meaningless thought experiment. But I slept till 5:30. I didn't see daylight. And I did this without the aid of drugs or alcohol. It was absurd.
Thank god that it's Benjamin Franklin's birthday so that I can catch up a little today.