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Feb. 9th, 2006 08:40 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
verbicideWoke up this morning, completely confused by the alarm clock. Why was it going off? It's the weekend and I'm going to sleep in. I must make it stop and go back to bed.
And then I sat at the edge of the bed. Wait. Is it the weekend? Is it ... Saturday? Sunday? Um. Hrm. What day is it?
I was so startled. Would I need to consult my cell phone or computer to figure it out?
And then the sad reality came rushing back, as sharp as the taste of garlic lingering in my mouth. Dear god that tzatziki was powerful last night. I really want my weekend rightnow. I'll be working through a lot of it, but I want it to be Saturday morning so I can sleep in. Mowr.
I've been bad about going to bed at a reasonable hour lately. I was up until 2 the night before last. I went to work yesterday, completely hyped up. Which is how I fight the need to collapse. The look of fear in Jeff's eyes when I told him I was sleep-deprived and perky was very amusing. But I can't keep that up for days in a row anymore, now that I'm So. Incredibly. OLD. I was up until around 1 last night getting some of this conference stuff done, because it needs to be reviewed and shipped to the translators. It's so tempting to just email my boss and say that I'll be in at 10 or 11 and go back to sleep. She wouldn't question it or think anything of it. So why don't I do it? I guess because the urge to do that needs to be tightly controlled or I worry it would become a bad habit.
Blah. Tired. I have to go to bed early tonight. Have to. HAVE TO.
And then I sat at the edge of the bed. Wait. Is it the weekend? Is it ... Saturday? Sunday? Um. Hrm. What day is it?
I was so startled. Would I need to consult my cell phone or computer to figure it out?
And then the sad reality came rushing back, as sharp as the taste of garlic lingering in my mouth. Dear god that tzatziki was powerful last night. I really want my weekend rightnow. I'll be working through a lot of it, but I want it to be Saturday morning so I can sleep in. Mowr.
I've been bad about going to bed at a reasonable hour lately. I was up until 2 the night before last. I went to work yesterday, completely hyped up. Which is how I fight the need to collapse. The look of fear in Jeff's eyes when I told him I was sleep-deprived and perky was very amusing. But I can't keep that up for days in a row anymore, now that I'm So. Incredibly. OLD. I was up until around 1 last night getting some of this conference stuff done, because it needs to be reviewed and shipped to the translators. It's so tempting to just email my boss and say that I'll be in at 10 or 11 and go back to sleep. She wouldn't question it or think anything of it. So why don't I do it? I guess because the urge to do that needs to be tightly controlled or I worry it would become a bad habit.
Blah. Tired. I have to go to bed early tonight. Have to. HAVE TO.
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Date: 2006-02-10 06:43 am (UTC)And I better see you before next week, girlfriend! (Are you coming to see Matchpoint this weekend?)
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