Over the past week I have not been sleeping well. Whether it is my inability to fall asleep or my inability to stay asleep, well, it's all irrelevant when I wake up exhausted in the a.m. After I drag my sleepy butt out of bed and into the shower, I dread the day I'm going to have at work.
When I'm sleep deprived I get crabby. Like a 3-year-old who needs a nap. But worse. It's a little ironic because when I was younger, I could NEVER take naps. I just didn't know how to fall asleep. Now, I can nap like a kitten basking in the sunlight. Right now, I could use a nap. And not just a quick 15-minute power nap. I'm talking about a second sleep kind of nap. The type that spans two to three hours if I'm lucky enough to not be disturbed for that amount of time. Unfortunately, it's not likely I'll be experiencing that today.
So while I try to put on a happy face and think positive thoughts, I can't help but get ticked off by all of the "little things" that keep happening. Like how the sandwich shop yet again flubbed my order and gave me the wrong sandwich (my boss offered to take it back, but I wouldn't let him because he had already been back once for the salad they forgot to give us). The only thing worse for me today than being crabby and tired, is being crabby and tired AND hungry. Or how I keep getting phone calls from people I really don't want to talk to. One person in particular has a voice that is like nails on chalkboard to me. Or how I realized after I put on my watch that it was dead and I needed a new battery. Or how I have to deal with the incessant rumbling and vibrating of the building because new asphalt is going in. If I'm lucky, some of those fumes will enter the building and I'll be able to relax from the contact high. I don't even know if it's possible to get high off of fresh asphalt fumes. Anyway, I'm sure I could walk past any smoke shop in town and get a contact high from a different sort of substance. It is 4/20 after all. Happy Holidays to those who celebrate!