now I know...

I woke up exhausted this morning and had no idea why.

My back was *killing* me today and had no idea why.

I was a raving psycho (really, that's putting it mildly) during my commute this morning and had no idea why.

(That's not actually true. 3 separate Volvo drivers significantly contributed to my being the new Shannon Doherty of the road.)

I got home, was a good girl and ate my salad for dinner, and then was like a crack addict wanting a fix but substitute crack for chocolate. I don't even like chocolate, but apparently my body wasn't aware of that fact this evening.

Now I know why.

After drinking 3 cups of hot cocoa, I'm sure fallling asleep will be a breeze.

Yeah. Right.

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