Stick a fork in me?
February 12th, 2016
I. Am. Tapped. Out.
I knew I was tired over the course of the week, what with my getting less sleep than I should, not to mention the gnawing hunger. But apparently I had underestimated just how tired I was. I found out last night, when moments after finishing my dinner, I passed out on the couch. Passed out hard, in fact. I don't really remember much between then and when I woke up at 4:30-ish this morning.
I guess I made it into bed, as that's where I woke up. But other than that, the rest is a bit fuzzy. Did I take my prescriptions? Did I kill a man, just to watch him die? Did I brush my teeth? Did I rob a bank? Who knows! I could have done any or all of these things, but my long term memory is coming up blank. I hate having holes in my head, aside from those that are supposed to be there, anyhow.
I guess it's a good thing that I'm not coming in to work this weekend. It has been implied that I shouldn't, so I'm not going to. Not that I really want to drive in anyway. I'm trying to save a bunch of work so that I can pull a sixty or so hour week next week, so draining what I've been lining up wouldn't really be conducive to all that. Not that I really want to work so much next week, either.
But you know, money.