Well, the best-laid plans of mice and men... I hate to be the one who keeps proving that point... with my (non) sleeping patterns.
I got about three hours of sleep yesterday morning, or maybe it was two. Who knows, at this point. At the time, I thought that this was a good thing, for then I would be able to sleep after the cable guy left.
Wrong. So wrong.
I spent about seven hours in bed, trying to sleep... and getting madder and madder at myself.
I realize that me getting mad at me is pretty stupid, but dammit, there was nobody else around. What can a guy do?
Karen got home at 18:00 and I heard her and got up for a while. Then I convinced her to give me a back rub, and I fell asleep at about 19:00... the alarm went off at 19:35. I got up at about 20:00.
And so I'm tired when I get to work. No sympathy, of course, it's too busy for me to try to bleed any out of anybody.
I did get a short break, though, and I got a chance to talk with Eileene, who I seldom get to see anymore since she changed shifts. That was nice, but she had some bad news... her cat Tii had to be put to sleep. I know that feeling all too well.
The rest of the night was busy, not running-busy, but busy enough so that I could never get ahead but I could get glimpses of the light at the end of the tunnel. I was really thinking about mixing the metaphors, but my brain won't let me do it consciously... maybe I already did and just don't know it?
I did think of something catchy last night, though, and I wrote it down.
Well, writing it down here it just sounds rather stupid. Sorry, I just washed my brain and I can't do a thing with it...
Uh O... getting goofy.
Time for some sleep.
"Those who don't want to change will be very unhappy when they die... dying is a big change for most people."