Last night, I went home very tired. I spent about 10 hours at work, even though that doesn’t count for anything. So, I asked my husband to let me sleep for an hour and a half. I woke up later and knew that I had slept much, much longer.

“What time is it?” I inquired.

“Eleven!” He smiled.

This created a conversation about why he let me sleep so long and he said he was hoping I would sleep through the night. Sigh. No. I have tried that game.

So I felt like I had never left work, really, by the time I took my new goodnight medicine, although I did make it through a Farscape and some downloading of an ancient but enjoyable game.

And then I crashed out. Waking this morning was awful. I definitely didn’t take the new med early enough. You know when you have that waking where you can barely get your eyes open and you try really hard, but you can’t really move? That is me every morning, although this morning it was times 5.

Yeesh. As I write, I feel like I’m underwater. I’m praying the coffee helps wake me.

I never really did leave work either, as I dreamt of my boss telling me that she was only keeping me around until she hired other people. I was protesting, telling her I do good work, and she said she didn’t care, I was part of a bad crew of people, but she wouldn’t let me quit either, so I could go looking elsewhere. You think I have some nerves about work? Definitely. 4 people have been fired in the last 3 months. Dropping off like flies.

But hey, if I want to keep my job, I better “Get to work slave! YAH!”

I saw a saying somewhere about blogging…something to the effect of “Never before have so many people written so many things that other people don’t care about.” This, is, probably, sadly true.

But I’m still going to do it. Nyah.