So… incredibly… tired…
August 26th, 2005I’m totally off my normal sleep schedule. This past week I have been at my most productive after midnight, and not tired, so I’ve been working for several hours at kicking the place into shape and passing out in the wee hours of the morning. (I have also been playing as hard as I work, so I’m not NEARLY as burnt out as I otherwise would have been.)
Woke up late yesterday, then went out… drove Awesome Mike’s sexah car (making sure I can drive a stick… practicing the theory that I never before mastered) and then watched a movie… got home a little before midnight, screwed around on the computer a bit then straight to work.
It is now 1:30pm and I still haven’t slept.
I got all the supplies, *most* of the cleaning is done, but I’d like to get more art and suchlike on the walls. I also need to sweep and probably mop EVERYTHING. and cook. and set up. and buy beer and soda.
Murray is taking me out to get beer and soda after he gets off work. I think I might just have to pass out for a while before he comes. My big concern is that I won’t wake up… but I will have to or not have anything to drink at the party.
Good grief, I haven’t been quite this tired in a while. Even when I wasn’t sleeping much at all, I don’t think that I was working OR playing this hard.
ZzZzZzZzZz…
~FG };^>
