I find that unfortunately I can have a fine and restful weekend and feel that I am set for a good week and then it only takes one friggin' night to dispel that feeling. Now I'm just as tired as I was last Friday as I prayed for the weekend. This must prove that you really can't catch up and that's just sad. Today I was so tired, I was sitting at my desk and I looked at my clock and it said 5:12. I blinked and when I opened my eyes I was sitting there just as I'd left myself, but discovered that the corner of my mouth had moistened just enough to hint that sleepytime was coming ... the time was 5:14.
Now how in the hell can one fall asleep for two minutes in the blinking of an eye? Mercy, I's ti'ed, kids. I's ti'ed. When did I become this tired person? It makes me wonder how I'll feel in 5 years or 2; and gracious me, 50 years from now - Lord, just help me to hold out; and how will I feel tomorrow? Ooo. wee.
Melatonin, please don't fail me now. As I summon the sounds of dmb, I dream of drifting to sleep with a yawn and a sigh: Could I have been anyone other than me?
Thankfully, no. Mister sandman, please bring me a dream ...
Tomorrow I will learn to see the world through the client's eyes- provided I can keep mine open.