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Tuesday,
January 18, 2005

Am I supposed to be jittering like this?

Hmm. Maybe starting the day off with a Monster lo-carb energy drink isn't the best idea in the world, after all, no matter how necessary it was this morning.

And believe me, it was necessary -- I was a freaking zombie, between a general lack of sleep because my brain hates me and having to fix nine, count 'em, NINE, trouble tickets on three different documents AND check everything back into SourceSafe before we did a load tonight. To quote Jeff, I hurt from the hair down after that. So I staggered home, told Lyndon I was grabbing my laptop and going to bed, and did just that for three blessed hours.

No, I didn't sleep. But I did IM with one of my nano buddies (hi, Sarah!) and she inspired me to write some smut, so I added maybe 500 words to a story that's been kicking around my hard drive for the last six months or so. If I can finish it off sometime this week, I even have a place for submission. Whoa -- I AM a writer, aren't I? I keep forgetting.

After that, though, I felt guilty (because, you know, I'm an idiot) so I dragged my weary carcass to the weight room for some time on the treadmill and a date with some free weights. And of course, tonight is the time when all the buff, cut kids come in with their cute little exercise togs. Meanwhile, I'm in a pair of old sweatpants, a plain old shirt and my black Doctor Scholl's -- yeah, I'm the fashion plate, all right.

But I did get it done, which is something. And now, it's time to shower, choke down some ibuprofen and melatonin, and see if I can persuade my brain to play nice and let me get some sleep. Whee. . .