Stop the world - I want to get off.

I woke up this morning, and on the ten foot trip from the bed to the bathroom I ran into the wall four times. My sense of balance is so completely whacked out it's like I'm on my own personal tilt-o-whirl. When I sit there's just a faint spinning going on in the front of my head, but when I stand - I feel as if someone popped some quarters in a magic-fingers bed. Not that I would know what that feels like. Totally hypothesizing here.

I've taken to walking like a bowlegged cowboy in order to keep myself grounded (when Ryan tossed his hat on my head the resemblance was uncanny). It's been a good five hours now, and I was hoping whatever this was would cure itself, but so far no luck.

Maybe I just wasn't supposed to wake up today?

I'm debating going to the store. Should you operate heavy machinery while on spin-cycle?