pica_pica

Ok that was like the biggest scare thus far this week.

I got home from a LONG day of work today at a client's house. I was so sleepy... so sleepy.
I had about 2 hours of sleep in the last 24 hours, and when I got home from work tonight, all I could do was think about going to lay down for just a minute.. just a moment. Just a little shut eye... a small nap..

I think it must have been around 6:30 pm when I finally went into the bedroom to undress. I was naked and in bed no later than 6:31 and my god why didn't that bed feel so good last night???!

No last night, the bed became this place I HAD to be, I forced myself to go lay in it well after 1:00 am, and once in it and under those covers I started getting hot. Not sleepy; hot. then sweaty. Then I was laying on damp sheets on my right hand side of the bed. (I still haven't gotten past the 12 year habit of having a side.) Morgan is curled up fetal and matching me on the left side of the bed and I can't get out of my damp groove. blech.
Everytime I started to fall asleep last night, just as I was start to drift off, my mind would go into thinking about something I had to do at work today. I would instantly be injected with a half syringe of adrenaline, and wide awake. I'd roll back over to the other side, thrashing the covers off of me or jamming them between my knees, and try again.
This pattern repeated itself until sometime around 2:30 or 3:00 am, but it obviously lost the battle to morpheus because my alarm woke me up from a deep sleep a couple hours later at 4:45 am.

It's freakchef's birthday party tonight, and I simply can't miss it. I just wanted to lay there for a minute, charge up...

I'm deep in some dream and the urgent, electronic shrill of my cell phone ringing from the other room wakes me. I'm lost, I don't know what day it is.. what time it is... is it the weekend? am I allowed to sleep in?
Groggily I look at my watch.

8:10.

FUCK! I SLEPT IN!

I should have been at the office 40 minutes ago to pick up the van! I have to be at the clients house in 20 minutes and they in particular are NAZI's when it comes to being on time!
Thats the office calling,
"WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU?"

FUCK!!!
I bolt from under the covers, scaring the dog, and my alarm clock is even more brutal, it says 8:25.

I rush/stumble naked out into the living room to find my phone and trip on the laundry basket. It's dark, no lights on.
fuck where's my phone!

I'm fumbling for the light switch near the kitchen wall, when I notice how fuckin dark it really is.....

Wait a minute. why is it dark?

I pause then, and stop my brain from the crazed race. slow down.. think about it... dark... eight....

AAAH! it's night time!

Oh my god.
Oh my god phew.

ok heart, slow down... slow down... it's monday night, not tuesday morning.

I sit down at my computer desk here and instantly light a smoke. I pick up my phone from beside the keyboard, and see that it was lavinia calling, obviously because of tonight.

Go get ready for the SGBC thang. You're late.