As the alarm
sounded I thought
how silly it was that I could have set the
alarm wrong, it had only been 5
minutes since I'd fallen asleep, right? Yeah,
right.
I figured I could go on a few hours of sleep as I used to,
why not? I'm still
young. What I didn't
realize is eight hours of
pure torturous hell, going through repeatative
motions that turn my
brain into mush by 5 o'clock is harder when you're counting the minutes even closer because you're
sleep deprived.
The constant
gossip of my co-workers didn't help any - as if I want to hear about their children getting
circumsized or about the new,
over priced nail polish they bought that weekend. It causes me to be
ashamed of my gender, utterly embarrassed that this is the
intellectual conversation of the day. I don't know how my sister can't understand my
urges to smash people's heads into the concrete. That's me being
nice.
At least I can
node from work now, I got my own
computer.