I spent my whole day sleeping and reading a couple of pages from Enduring Love by Ian McEwan, but I mostly gave my limbs some well-deserved rest.
The chaotic life I've been leading these couple of months has made its point:
sleep deprivation is slow poison for mind&body. The whole jib-jab about lack of sleep offering best conditions for depression to appear...it's true, ya' know!
Plus, you get this weird lackadaisical state, not really giving a damn about anything that's going on around yourself. Just like you've been split in two: one you is on the inside, an auto-pilot of your carcass; and the other you is the narrator! Somewhere on the outside, watching from a distant upper point a movie of your own actions.
Not the best of experiences, I must say...