I woke up this morning at 7am, my flowers were dead, and this hideous blizzard was happening outside my window. I had experienced 12 hours of fitful sleep as my stomach complained about the IHOP dinner I indulged in last night. My head and body ached and complained about their general mistreatment. And now, I can’t motivate myself to read the 50 million minus one papers I have left on my plate. Perhaps I’ll sleep some more and read a novel before I’m due to work desk once more.