Thursday, April 27, 2006

I'm on my feet.

The wrath of sleeplessness has come. Though I haven't done this in a long time, I used to be quite adept at functioning on less than five hours of sleep a night for a period of about a week. In my advanced age, though, I learned today that only four nights of sleep deprivation leads me to pass out for the majority of an afternoon that was meant to be spent working on a paper and presentation. I had dreams that I was talking to people and doing important things whist being half-asleep (those are always the dreams I have when I'm tired) and then I awoke to the sound of my new employer telling me I'm hired... but there's not a job for met yet (it's a nanny placement agency). So that was good news and bad. Good in that I don't have to search for another job, but bad in that I technically still don't have one.

And now here I sit, lethargic and contemplating how long it will take to make my apartment sufficiently clean and sparkly for Jonathan's arrival tomorrow, and wondering if I'll even start the paper tonight at all, and thinking that I'm not even sure whether I'm hungry or thirsty. I just kinda... am.

I'm on my feet
I'm on the floor
I'm good to go
All I need is just to hear a song I know
I wanna always feel like part of this was mine
I wanna fall in love tonight

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