It’s one of those days, people. The kind of day that when you finally pry open your eyes in the morning you realize your alarm’s been buzzing for over an hour. The kind of day that when you climb out of your parked car you really don’t remember driving it to work. The kind of day that when you take your first sip of coffee, you ask who made it because it’s sooo good… only to have flash backs of scooping out the grounds yourself. Uh… what?
Yes. It’s one of those days. And it strangely feels like Monday. Which is totally not cool. But it’s not Monday so I guess that’s OK. Maybe. I don’t know.
I am so darn tired and I have no excuse to be. I couldn’t keep my eyes open through the championship last night – I gave up at half-time and crawled off to bed. I don’t remember my head hitting the pillow. I don’t remember the hubs coming to bed. The BDD could have made out with the furniture all night and I’d have no idea. I slept hard. If sleeping were an Olympic event, I’d go home with gold medals in every category: in a bed, on a couch, in a car, on a plane, sitting up, laying down… I’m the king of sleeping. But like I said, I have no excuse to be this tired.
My objective today is to get un-tired. Besides coffee, I’m not sure how I’m going to cross this off my list.