Little sleep last night as the San Andreas decide it wanted to have a late night/early morning dance party. Little sleep is never a good thing. Little sleep coupled with “springing forward” is worse. I feel like I got sucker-punched in the jaw. Also, there is “something” going around. It’s always something. An undefinable beast with untraceable origins who nestles comfortably in your body and wreaks havoc. Such a beast also enjoys late-night dance parties; perhaps I should introduce the Something Beast to the San Andreas. Maybe my wedding isn’t the only one I will be attending this year…(if you doubt the effects of a string of sleepless nights, read the above and go take a nap.) My throat burns like hellfire (and yes, I gargled with salt already, Mamita.) My eyes itch and they are always the first to warn me of impending cold. I am basically freebasing vitamins in hopes to stave off infection; its not looking good.
I am not ready for work today. Normally, I can handle the day with aplomb (or sheer boss-induced terror.) Today, I look like hell and feel worse and my students can smell the weakness. I’ve written here before about the fact that most of them are bridge-trolls, humorless asses without a lick of commonsense. But today…today they make death row inmates seem like tea-party playing little girls.
I need coffee. Or my family. Or a hug. Or a shot (or gallon) of whiskey.
I need a nap and a pedicure and a cat that is adorable ALL of the time vs. 13 min. every other Tuesday.
Pray to whatever God(s) you believe in, dear readers. I need some help to get through today.
