shoes that don't match

When I came back from exercising, I discovered that I was wearing two different shoes: one white, one gray. Only two or three people saw me from the time I left my room to the time I returned. I thought of that Miles line about how the root word of mortification means death as I blushed all alone. When I get this unfocused, is it any wonder I fear being a danger to others and myself?

They're not even the same shape. The laces are different. How exactly did I not notice?

At least this morning when I got up, I didn't lose control and just sob for five seconds. That was yesterday. How much longer, exactly, can I keep going on so little sleep without collapsing? I really don't want to find out.