This morning's coffee date was futile. This is partially because I am a pussy and partially because he is. I throw my hands in the air in surrender. It's entirely possible I will be engaged soon and not even know about it.
I apologize for the vague-ness of that little vent however I am too tired and/or too lazy to really elborate and am happy to enlighten anyone via the ol' IM. Co-workers inquire within.
I can't remember the last time I slept in. The last time I had nothing to do, when I could NOT set the alarm, and irresponsibly sleep til noon. I can't even remember the last time I woke up early but got to take an irresponsible nap later in the day.
I. Am. Exhausted.
Last night, at my grandmother's house for Hanukah, I fell asleep after dinner, in a very strange position on the living room sofa. I came home and fought to stay awake, thinking I'd go to another party or to see my cousin who just got into town but no such luck- the bed beckoned me like donuts beckon cops (I am too tired for truly creative metaphors).
This afternoon: horrible. Came home from coffee date and faded in and out of consciousness for two hours, finally waking up for good, feeling more tired than ever and remarkably like I'd been hit by a bus (I look to Jaime for verification of how this actually feels).
December is so family filled and moreso for me with my mom, father and brother all having their birthdays in a two-week period so I was happy to have a friend come by for a little bit and I paid a vist to a friend earlier today for a few minutes so thankfully, I feel like less of a social leper. Of course now, after the ill-advised choice of iced tea with dinner, I am wide awake and considering some sleep-inducing options... It's odd to feel exhausted and wide awake at once. But I am mastering this.
Happy first-night, everyone. I leave you with this prime example of why Hannah should never take my photo without warning:
