I’m either totally exhausted or I’m getting sick. That, added to some “too personal for a the world wide web” health stuff that’s going on, is making me wish I didn’t have to go to class tonight. Unfortunately the way this Statistics schedule works is that if I don’t go to class I get a zero in SOMETHING, so barring bleeding eyeballs or projectile vomiting, I’m going.

I left work early hoping I could get some rest and not feel too bad among the masses downtown, but as time goes on I feel worse and worse. I do promise that my illness has nothing to do with how badly I want to watch the premiere of Lost. We have a DVR for that. Nice try, though.

We’re having a “Discovery Process” workshop in English class tonight. Tell you all about it later.

Heh. Duplicate Crap

I thought the first Sugar Fails blog was lost, so I wrote another. I think I’ll keep them both up until I am interested enough to read them both again and decide which one I like better.

Might as well start drafts and versions of things–I have a whole semester of term paper ahead of me, and I beleive I’ll just go ahead and bring this blog along with me and document the whole darn process. If nothing else it will keep me sane. Even if it doesn’t do that, it will explain to my loved ones just what it was that finally drove me over the edge…

When Sugar Fails

I barely slept a wink Thursday night. I was babysitting at a co-worker’s house about a half hour from my house, and I couldn’t sleep. I didn’t have my husband next to me, I was in a strange bed with scratchy sheets, they have electric heat (quite dry compared to our old-fashioned oil heat), and I had a lot on my mind regarding school and work.

As a result of my insomnia, I was f’ing WIRED Friday morning. Seriously, I’m not sure that I won’t be “interventioned” at work because they’ll fear that I’m on happy pills or drinking before work. No sleep does that to me. It makes me hyper. Until about noon, when I crash hard and feel sleepy and am distracted, brainless, and irritable. Thus perpetuating possible rumors about my crazy rock and roll lifestyle and illicit drug use.

Of course I feel it necessary to reiterate the fact that I am NOT on drugs, I just don’t react well to insomnia. It makes for a bad day for me.

Lesson learned? Don’t sleep anywhere different from where you live unless you absolutely can’t help it, and if you do happen to suffer from insomnia you should call in sick. Unfortunately those aren’t always viable options. So, you motor through and hope you don’t come off as a complete whacko.