So... tired...

It's five forty-five right now. I just woke up. And it's not like I went to sleep at ten A.M. either, I was in bed at two or so. And I slept something like fifteen hours. And I'm still pretty tired. What happened? Is this normal? I'm inclined to say no! Logic dictates that something is wrong with me, and paranoia dictates that I've started nursing a parasite of some sort. The only reason I'm not still sleeping right now is that I'm incredibly hungry. That, or an alien is about to burst out of my stomach, the two probably feel about the same until you get to the eating/bursting dichotomy. Right, I'm gonna get food, and probably sleep some more. That or, you know, explode. Good night.