Just One of Those Days

     Have you ever had one of those days where you crawled up onto your bed to think at 10 PM and then realized you absolutely did not have the energy to get up and change into pajamas, then stayed up until 2 in the morning because you were laying in bed in the dark and thinking and couldn't seem to fall asleep? So you chose to just text random people instead which of course kept your brain stimulated to the point where it is physically impossible to fall asleep. Then when you finally pass out, you are in the middle of a conversation with your old physics teacher and end up drooling on your iPhone all night because you didn't have time to put it away before the sneaky sleep monster crept up on you and you started snoring. Somewhere in your dreams you end up thinking, "At least I don't have to be up early tomorrow. I can sleep 10 hours starting now and still be okay." So you feel somewhat at peace.
     Then magically at 7 AM you become awake. You don't know why or how, but you are wide awake and your brain and body are completely united against you ever falling back asleep. So you go back to laying in your bed and thinking, still wearing the same clothes you had on yesterday. About an hour later you become seized with the urgent need to go watch My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic. And that is how your family comes to find you at 9 in the morning, stretched out on the couch watching Applejack try to harvest an enormous orchard full of apples all by herself and Twilight Sparkle trying in vain to offer her help.
     After about an hour of cartoons, you realize that you absolutely have to go make papier mache right now, RIGHT NOW, even though you haven't done that in at least 10 years. So without saying a word to anyone, you get up, walk away from Rainbow Dash and Princess Celestia, and start mixing together flour and water and ripping up newspaper. The sound draws your family out to see what on Earth you're doing, and when they see they just shake their heads and walk away. You continue frantically crafting your papier mache until your younger sister forces you to stop and eat the lunch she made for you.
     Once you run out of the paste mixture, you realize you don't have any paint to put on your sculpture. So you take both of your sisters to a warehouse craft store (still wearing the same clothes you were wearing yesterday) because the extreme apathy from last night and this morning has all of a sudden turned to unrestrainable energy that must be expended immediately. You buy paint and a bunch of other things to make your craft super awesome.
     When you get home your vase is still wet and you still have lots of energy so you decide it would be fun to go for a run. You forget how much you suck at running and how much it hurts until you're already in the middle of a workout, but you keep going because your brain is screaming "GO DO GO GET STUFF DONE RUN PLAY SING SCREAM AHHH!!!!" Then you get inside and sit down with a Gatorade and realize how nice it is to sit down, and suddenly the apathy is back and you swear you're never going to stand up.
     Until you realize that you work in 40 minutes and still haven't showered, and the frantic urgency comes flooding back and takes you over for the next 8 hours to carry you through a whole shift of scooping ice cream non stop.
     And then you go home and lay on your bed and write a really long blog post about your day and start feeling like maybe you'll never get up again. Again.
     No? Well I have.