Je suis malade

Yes I've been writing a lot of titles in French. That's because I'm trying to learn French by exposition to song lyrics and reading certain blogs and méta-romans even though I can't understand all the words. I think it's acually a legitimate learning method called Constructivism or something like that. And it's cheaper than paying for lessons.
So, what's it like to wake up at 11:00, chat on msn for three hours, have a shower and go back to bed, and then finally get up at 17:37?
I always feel drowsy lately. I know I'm only being evasive. I know why I don't get things done.
I feel numb.
I'm supposed to text Carlos Icaza today to see where they're at, and go out with everyone and have a good time, but I know I probably won't. And that sucks because I really enjoy talking to these people, being around them. It energizes me so. But maybe that's precisely what I don't want. Maybe I want to suis être malade.
No food yet today, so I'm going out to buy some brocoli and quick-to-cook turkey in an attempt to finally have a decent meal.
Maybe I'll even buy a nice flan and imagine it tastes remotely like crème brûlée.