Too tired to sleep

So it’s 4:20 a.m. and I haven’t slept in days. DAYS. I left work after 10 p.m. (with shit still undone) and grabbed a small sandwich from crap-ass Mickey D’s that’s given me heartburn ever since. (I love getting old.)

I’d thought about taking a sleeping pill (or 20) but when I have to be functioning at 7 a.m., it seems pointless to do it on a weeknight. So I’ve been pacing the house for six hours. Joy.

I did something stupid today and it’s part of what’s been on my mind tonight. I have business on the West Coast, so I booked that trip and smashed a trip to visit my best friend in-between. I’d thought I’d done soooo well with arriving in the city of business at 3 p.m. and taking off from the same airport at 5 p.m. to my other destination. But haaaaa, funny. Now that I’ve spent $800 in airfare, it occurs to me that I will have to pick up my luggage from the first flight, only to turn around and go check it into another fucking airline (at this major, international hub) and go through security again. And how big was the crack rock I was sucking on to give me hallucinations that this miracle could occur within two hours??!!

I know all I have to do is suck it up and pony up the extra money to change a flight somewhere, but I’m just so pissed off at that thought, I could die. Every penny counts around here. Lord knows I’ve had a pile of bills sitting on the computer that I haven’t been able to attend to for financial or time reasons (enh, a little of both). I just hate it when the best-laid plans are anything but.

And let’s not even talk about what I’m going to do with the fucking cats for six days. Christ, every night I come home to vomit and/or shit landmines in my pretty carpet, as they don’t like being alone for as long as I leave them and show their rebellion wherever possible. I could always leave them with hot neighbor boy, but whether I’d be able to get the key back is a question that I’m not willing to risk asking.

Oh good lord, I see someone I know on TV right now. I can’t escape them! AAAAHHHH!!!! Yay public access!

The good news is that if I can escape my world at a reasonable hour tonight, Sabre and I are going to go catch our favorite local rock star in concert. Pass the No-Doz, kids, as this late-night endeavor will mean no sleep again so that I can be up for 7 a.m. Friday. Call the waaah-mbulance; I’m too bleary-eyed to drive to be the designated driver to this pity party!

One Lonely Response to Too tired to sleep

  1. Sabre :

    Hey babes, I can check on the kitties for you daily, it’s no problem at all 🙂 Just let me know.