Yesterday was my first day at work, which would have been a breeze had I not been running on two hours of sleep, otherwise making what could have been a relaxing day a fight to keep my eyes open. I did get to see how things work while simultaneously catching some sun in the car. (I wish I were exaggerating about the latter.)
I came home and promptly changed into my pj’s, ate some food, and passed out with my mom while watching a movie. Everyone in the house is sick, so we were asleep by 9… ish. Surprisingly, I slept straight through to when I wanted to get up this morning. Congrats, brain, we’re on some kind of right track.
I feel so accomplished, yet so unaccomplished. This whole growing up thing is always gonna be a double-edged sword. You can thank 30 Rock for reminding me of that metaphor.
Today I’m gonna go to work (remember to apply sunscreen), the chiro, and then we’ll see if I can maintain consciousness long enough to do anything else. I might have slept a full night, but that doesn’t mean I’m not inexplicably tired.