I'm going to start off with a little complaining, because it makes the punchline of the story make more sense.
My allergies have been the worst they've ever been. I feel like I'm just wandering around in a tired, sniffly daze. I've also had some ITB trouble, weird ankle pain, and a sore back (from running).
Last night around 11pm I was dying on the bed with an icepack and decided to try to find the icy-hot to put on my ankle. I looked through some drawers, then was looking in these bins we keep under the bed, and got really tired. I figured I would just stay there until Sam came in and get him to help me look. An hour later, Sam came in laughing and asking what I was doing. "I think I fell asleep". Much laughter followed. It's cool, just having a nap on the floor. I probably would have ended up conked out all night if he had let me. It's just too bad he didn't take a picture. I was kind of spooning the laundry basket and had carpet pattern on my face.