zombie talk

When I am sleep-deprived, every sensation is heightened. I can feel my heart beat, my every breath, the way my eyelids feel when I blink. If I didn't know better, I'd think I could feel my hair growing.

It's really comforting when your "close friend" bails on you to babysit for tomorrow by not returning phone calls all week long. Wow! Nice to know I can't count on family or friends now. Yip Yip. Let's hope for the second week in a row, that my boss doesn't notice that I switch my schedule up the day of.

When I'm really tired like this, sometimes I lay on my back on our giant bean bag counting ceiling cracks to see how long I can keep my eyes open. It's astounding how long sleepy eyes can stay wide open.

I know I sound like a mad woman. I feel a little bit like one, too.

Tomorrow will be day number two of working an all-night shift, coming home, getting about an hour of shut-eye, then tending to a needy, Jekyll and Hyde two year old for eight and a half hours until I can finally dive into my bed, stuff plugs in my ears and sleep for a mere shitty five to six hours- only to do it again
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Anyone up for coming and kidnapping me? I'll pay you in.. hugs and chai tea.