I know I always sound like such a total Gomer on here, but I finally figured out what my problem was this week. I have no idea why it didn't occur to me until this morning, because it's been an ongoing problem for most of my life. (and no it's not chronic geekiness) Uh, derrrr. It was sleep deprivation...Again. Don't ask me why the dark circles under my eyes, or the neediness, or the crankiness, or the fact that I couldn't find my attention span even after I put out an APB for it, didn't tip me off. I guess I'm not as self-aware as I thought I was. Finally, as I was falling asleep in my cubicle this morning, I figured it out and decided to go home early before I got so tired I was walking into traffic and giving my social social security and bank account numbers to those people who email me saying they're from Africa and they want to give me millions of dollars to get it out of the hands of their current dictator.
I left around ten. On my way out the door, one of the guys I work with told me he knew something was wrong with me yesterday when he was giving me shit and I didn't flip him off and call him a punk-ass bitch. People in my office start to really worry about my health when I'm not sassy - as well they should.
When I got home, I changed into my jammies and slept until around two. I woke-up feeling a million times better. I could actually hold a thought for over a minute and I cleaned, and then grilled the burgers I was too tired to cook on Tuesday. I ran my seven mile route and listened to my phone set on shuffle. (here are some songs I decided to replace today - The Kinks, Well Respected Man, The Yardbirds, Shapes, Elliott Smith, Memory lane - they're all too slow to run to)
So, now all I have to do is get through tomorrow, and I can start my one week, stay-at-home vacation. I can't wait. I'm going to try to do this thing where I clean and organize my house like I would if I were getting ready to move. (without the packing, that is) My goal is to get rid of my old clothes from high school and college and half of the papers in my file cabinet. Wish me luck.
I just drank a beer to see if that would help me get to sleep a little earlier tonight. I hate it when I'm tired and I still can't get to sleep. Hell, you better wish me luck with that one too.