not really back in action
Sep. 6th, 2005 01:55 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mamajoanI feel a little guilty complaining when so many people in the southern US are in such dire straits; and I feel a little embarrassed to be saying again what I've said so often in the last few weeks. But it needs saying anyway, so here goes.
I am SO freaking tired.
We actually had a pretty good weekend, relaxing-wise and sleep-wise, but it all got wiped out last night when I simply could. not. fall. asleep. I literally lay in bed awake almost all night, playing that horrible little game where you say to yourself "if I fall asleep RIGHT NOW, I can still get four and a half hours' sleep! ... four hours and fifteen minutes! ... four hours!" Etc., etc., etc. All Damn Night.
AUGH! Why does my body HATE ME???
I honestly don't think I'm going to make it through the day -- and this WOULD be the day we're supposed to go to the Red Sox game. I'm sitting here wishing I had made my mom give me my ticket in advance, because then I would have it here at the office and could offer it to a coworker. I don't WANT to skip the game. But I don't think I can live through it either. Especially not with Wakefield pitching. I love him, but he ain't exactly speedy. The knuckleball is a, shall we say, leisurely type pitch. waaaah
I guess I'm going to put my head down on my desk and try to nap. Wish me luck.
I am SO freaking tired.
We actually had a pretty good weekend, relaxing-wise and sleep-wise, but it all got wiped out last night when I simply could. not. fall. asleep. I literally lay in bed awake almost all night, playing that horrible little game where you say to yourself "if I fall asleep RIGHT NOW, I can still get four and a half hours' sleep! ... four hours and fifteen minutes! ... four hours!" Etc., etc., etc. All Damn Night.
AUGH! Why does my body HATE ME???
I honestly don't think I'm going to make it through the day -- and this WOULD be the day we're supposed to go to the Red Sox game. I'm sitting here wishing I had made my mom give me my ticket in advance, because then I would have it here at the office and could offer it to a coworker. I don't WANT to skip the game. But I don't think I can live through it either. Especially not with Wakefield pitching. I love him, but he ain't exactly speedy. The knuckleball is a, shall we say, leisurely type pitch. waaaah
I guess I'm going to put my head down on my desk and try to nap. Wish me luck.
