Thursday, July 24, 2008

Hit by a truck…

I. Am. Exhausted.

Not kind of tired. Not sleepy. Not even drained.

I am absolutely, 100%, sloppy, feel like I’ve been hit by a truck, dog exhausted.

Here’s the reason: Vacation easy. Work hard.

You would think that just one week of 9 hours of sleep and lying around on a lounge chair wouldn’t completely spoil you. But apparently, this is the case. Now granted, this has been a rather…exciting (for lack of a better word)…week. But still. I am just not up to my normal up-by-4:30 am-run-5 miles-12 hour work day. Sad, sad, sad.

I actually considered not going to the gym this morning in favor of another hour of sleep. I haven’t done that, well, I’m not sure I’ve ever done that. I’ve only skipped my morning workout if I was sick or up past midnight and those 2 things don’t happen very often.

And no, I’m not pregnant. If I were, the child would be permanently brain damaged from the combination of fruity-frozen drinks (give me a break, they were part of the package. And, as a side note, I never even got the slightest buzz, still completely clueless as to how that feels, so obviously they were not very strong) and the ridiculous amount of Diet DP I’ve been drinking as an attempt to stay awake.

Friday night can not get here fast enough for me.

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