Painful beginnings

I began my day by purging this morning.  I woke up from my long 2 hour "nap" last night (or rather, this morning), and I was so nauseous that I had to vomit.  As expected, my day sucked and I felt like shit.  So I'm going to bed, and should have gone several hours ago to make up for my lack of sleep last night.  It was all kind of a blur, really...one of those nights when I put off tomorrow by remaining awake and thus suffering the following day.  I don't know why I do it, and I know I'm doing it now.  I guess I just know how much I don't want to wake up, but sadly, I can't stop time.  Wish I could.  Where's magic when you need it?