I’m recovering from a rather extreme sleep deficit.
My coffee is at my side, my computer is humming along as I brainlessly surf the net, answer e-mails, and plaintively profess thoughts and feelings that course though my brainhead.
I’m still waking up.
It’s 3pm and I woke up about an hour ago. My sleep schedule is pretty much hacked again, and I’m fairly sure I answered at least four phone calls while sleeping. Yes, yes, I’m not supposed to do that – because I never remember what I said, or even know if I said anything that made any sense.
First call was from my tailor. I think we agreed that we’re going to try to get together next week.
Second call was from my investment company. Sales call. Easy to brush that off – even in the fog of sleep.
Third call?
Fourth call?
I’m sure hoping that #3 and #4 were not insurance calls regarding the accident. I spent most of yesterday telling the same story over and over again. And over and over again. I tried to tell the same joke four different times with each agent to entertain myself – and see if they’d laugh.
Q: “How was the weather”
A: “Freaking gorgeous, I had my top off and was trying to get a tan!”
Basically (from the police report):
Funny, that doesn’t LOOK like my car. And there’s no WAY that SUV was bigger than the dually.
Anyway, I had wanted to work on the bathroom today, because I’m just so close to finishing. But working on the bathroom in the state I’m in (Fog) is not a good plan. Better to wait until tomorrow when I’m not so burned out on it.
So close….
