3:13 AM, Monday, May 29: Home. Bed. Contacts are still in. I should do something about....zzzzzz.
5:31 AM: Good morning, sunsh...wait. A second. It is not morning. THIS is not morning. Why am I awake? My body spends the following hour and forty-five minutes debating nausea.
7:16 AM: After three and a half consecutive viewings of SportsCenter, I drift into blissful sleep.
7: 30 AM: My alarm goes off. On the up-side, the body-parts convention apparently voted down the nausea motion. On the down-side, who allowed the double semi to cruise through my bedroom and over my vital organs?
7:36 AM: I'm ok. I'm ok! I'll be ok! I can still do this! I'm still cool! Yay, cool!
7: 37 AM: Shower.
7: 52 AM: Shower.
8:03 AM: Snozznnnzzzzz. Choke! Sputter! Gasp! I might maybe have fallen asleep in the shower. Just for a minute. But, no worries! I'm good! I'm cool!
8:48 AM: Heyyyyyy, coffee. How you doin', baby?
9:02 AM: This is great! I feel great! I have energy, energy to spare! I will move those books! And these books as well! Let's start a project! Do you have a project?! Want to work on a project?! I should stay up all night! All the time! And drink! Even more!
11:43 AM: My stomach is eating my other organs. Can I take my lunch early? I still feel great, I swear! Just a little, um, foggy.
1:18 PM: There are no words in the English language that are capable, alone or in tandem, to describe the breadth and intensity of my exhaustion.
1: 47 PM: Standing up? Hurts.
2:09 PM: Huh?
3:34 PM: Giggle, giggle, giggle, giggle, sob, sob, giggle. Sob.
4:50 PM: I...the...and...across...what?
6:01 PM: Someone has requested a ride home, meaning they are voluntarily entering my automobile. With me at the helm. Do they not realize that my sleep deprivation has reached such a pinnacle that it is probably the functional equivalent of a blood alcohol content of about .5%? Except worse, since were I that intoxicated, I would not be able to find my car, let alone start it.
6:36 PM: I add nuance and definition to the phrase, "out like a light."
Distaster.
Posted by: George | May 31, 2006 at 10:22 AM
Hmm, sorry you had a bad day. Hope the night before was worth the pain the morning after.
Posted by: emma | June 01, 2006 at 12:34 PM
LOl, that was put so incredibly accurately I can't even say. And yet we'll do it again. The human mind is a wonder.
Posted by: Pearl | June 03, 2006 at 10:53 AM