Print Story I can't quite walk right.
By gzt (Fri Oct 24, 2008 at 10:26:29 AM EST) gzt, sleep, square, friggin' intense (all tags)
I just drank a quart of milk. The world is changing: I feel it in the water...

Only the strongest shall survive.

Also: Ron? Was that you? I really am getting away with murder here.

I'm so tired.

My coworker just left for a week and had all her calls forwarded to me. This means I'll actually have stuff to do all week. She also put a sudoku puzzle inside the quarterly report she draws up for $EXECUTIVE_TEAM.

Well, I'm not so much getting away with murder as spinning my wheels. I get 28-35 hours of work in a 40 hour week, and I'm including the typical non-productive time one usually has in a job in the 28-35. And it's not work that's taxing my abilities at all.

The power cleaning was shoddy.

I just want to go home and sleep. But I'm going to two, maybe three things tonight. Coworker is having drinks after work, then I'm going to a Don Hertzfeld thing, then I'm going to a show at a bar, the band is some friends of friends or something and somebody expressed interest in going. So I'm going. I think I'll skip coworker drinks. I'll go home and take a nap instead.

I've got to get out of here. If only to take a nap. Despite my fatigue, I woke up at 4am and couldn't fall asleep again for a variety of reasons. And last night was a night where I really wanted at least 8 hours. Every night is a night where I want 8 hours, but last night I really meant it. There really aren't any reasons for me not to make it these days except that it's square to be asleep at 11 (the latest I could theoretically go to bed and catch 8 hours).

I look like a fool sometimes.

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