Here's the good news: I think I figured out why I could be outpaced by a sloth these days. Why I arrive at work feeling like I just went ten rounds with Tyson (except my ears are still attached). Why from the moment I wake up, all I want to do is go to bed. Why the only thing I do well these days is toss and turn.
B12.
As in, the vitamin. It's not some new, top-secret bomber the air force has been working on, although bombers and the condition in question do have napalm-esque, searing pain associated with them.
Nexium!
I like one-word paragraphs.
