March 20th, 2008
Husband and I went out for a bite after my class tonight. A couple friends joined us after the eating portion of the evening, and though I would have enjoyed staying for more talk of college basketball (I am easily amused when tired), I was exhibiting the signs of exhaustion and needed to come home. Today has been quite a bit like being hung over. You know how that is – you wake up after a night of drinking and you’re all physiologically disorganized. The balance is off, the eyes are bleary, you can’t make sense of how to put on your socks. Everything feels weird and just a little off. Well, that was me today even after my good morning nap. Now that I’m old (28) I can’t seem to cope with this tiredness thing very well.
So now I’m home, and in a state of post-prandial tummy distention that, combined with the general lack of sleep, means I’m not long for this world. It’s jammy time.
I’m glad you made it through.. with only partial scathment. that’s the best one can hope for I guess.
Hopefully the tough part is over.
28. Very old. You’re downright archaic. How are us young 36 year olds supposed to survive? Hell, I still didn’t have two new little girls to drive me into an early grave. I’m in deep trouble.