Sleep per chance...

I was worn out from work today. I spend a good chunk of my day getting up and down and grabbing books for labels and then having to shift great amounts. You'd think I'd get some decent exercise out of all this. Consequently I came home and crashed immediately. The problem with is I feel like I've slept for a week and suddenly I don't want to sleep normally. (I hear someone sniggering about what constitutes "regular hours". Hmph. I had a normal sleep schedule. I think it might have been when I was ten or eleven, but still...) I just wish my sinuses/head would decide on a cease fire. Or a nice non-aggression pact on my temples. I feel like Joshua and Hal 9000 are playing global thermonuclear chess with my brain.