running on empty

After last nights epic I am running pretty ragged today. I got home around 12:30 and finally fell asleep around 1:30am. And since I am stupid, I insisted on getting up at my usual time of 5:30 to get to work early. Now I don't have to get to work early, I just do out of hobbit. I have a weird feeling that if I'm not one of the first people in the office, that I may miss something. However, at work, people usually don't talk to me until 10ish or the afternoon. So yeah, I haven't learned my lesson yet.

For all of you mathletes out there, you are correct, I am operating on 4 hours of sleep. Normally I get at least 7. This morning I ate a big ass bowl of Apple Jacks which oddly don't taste like apples, but that's not why I like them....Jeez, parents just don't understand.... I also pounded a large cup of coffee. Soon after the first, I downed a second cup of coffee. The second cup came from work so it tasted like butt. After the second cup, I was at a weird point in the day. My eyes and body were tired, but my hands were wide awake. My fingers were twitching and I couldn't hold them still. To paint the picture, imagine Gene Wilder's shooting hand in Blazing Saddles. If you haven't seen that movie, just know my fingers were going crazy.

Now my coffee buzz has worn off and I'm in the doldrums of the Friday afternoon. And tonight, I have my work cut out for me. I gotta run some errands and clean the house to prepare for the party tomorrow. All signs are pointing to a 30 minute power-nap when I get home. Good news is that the party doesn't start until 3pm on Saturday so I should be able to get a solid night of sleep.

On a different note, in fact this should be a new post all together, work coffee is sooooo bad! I don't understand why it has to be that way? There is a sign next to the maker saying, "don't bring your own coffee, some people don't like different types." Excuse me?!?! I cant find one person that likes this type. Ok, this is for the coffee drinkers. Let me take you through the tasting process of the infamous work coffee.

Close your eyes...Are the closed? Ok. You are picking up a non-descript Styrofoam cup. As you pick it up you shade to the right and see the chrome coffee pump. You grip your hand around the pump and slow press as this dark liquid rushes into your cup. You are sleepy and all you can think about is that delicious work oil your about to swallow thus lubricating your mind for the day ahead. As you bring it to your desk the steam gently lifts into the air and dissipates just like the smoke of a smoldering candle. You sit down and smell it, "Ahhhh this will hit the spot" you think. Then you slowly lift the cup to your lips and the first drops slide down your tongue. Can you taste it? Tastes good huh? Well now image that instead of coffee, you are drinking piping hot puree'd panda poo.


that's pretty much what I go through every other day.



go me