Okay. This has been a really strange 36 hours.
I’ve managed to sleep for 3 1/2 hours of it since 6 p.m. on Tuesday, just minutes before the most brutal, suffering run of my life. ALMOST 4K I made, ALMOST. Okay, so I haven’t run in awhile and I sure as hell don’t run often in 90 degree weather. I’m chalking this up to that.
But, really? I should have slept great after being out in the heat for that long.
I was on the phone from 4 am to 5:15 am this morning?
I deleted Australian Asshole off my facebook tonight.
Got a certain email about a phone interview for next Wednesday (right after I change my Texas State application to San Marcos, away from Round Rock. FML).
I led a meeting from 1 to 3 p.m. this afternoon, running on two hours of sleep.
I came home, napped for half an hour, and sat straight up in bed, not tired anymore.
Something tells me sleep is going to be a big game for the next couple of weeks.
Damnit life… I just want to know what I’ll be doing come September. I want to know if I’ll be driving to San Marcos, or if I’m moving all my crap back to Gonzales to say “screw this, I’m living here for several months to pay off a large lump of my loans.” I want to be opening a new chapter. I want something to be different.
Holy crap. I think the sleeping pills are kicking in. Must take advantage and end blog.
