Ramblings of a tired woman

I don't know why my body is fighting so hard against something that isn't an option. It wants to be tired during the day and wide awake at night, but that's not how my life works right now. And it's making things horribly difficult.

For example, I'm sitting here another day at work and I still have six and a half hours to go. My head is drooping, my eyes are heavy, and my head hurts. The carpet looks more and more comfortable. The other problem with being this tired is I lack patience. It's tough for me to have patience on a good day. Change it to a horrible day and well... it's not pretty.

Right now I'm listening to the highest octave achievable to human kind because these parents won't force their daughter to speak in a normal indoor tone. She spends ten minutes squeaking and an unbelievably high (and annoying) pitch, followed by ten-20 minutes of whining and fake crying. All while mom and dad tell her.. "oooo, you're sooo tired." That may be so, madam, but your child is still being a brat. Take her back to your room and kindly away from the eardrums of the rest of us. Add to that the constant "squeak-squeak" of the floor wax bottle, the background noise of the morning news, and the hum of the water fountain pump, and I'm about one more annoying sound away from a nuclear winter.

Ahhh, thankfully annoying puppy girl as been taken upstairs. Thank the Gods for small miracles. Now the tired is not always a bad thing. I write best when I'm tired and can just let my guards down. The problem occurs when I'm so tired my fingers won't work properly and hit all the wrong keys. I normally type about 83 words a minute. Just this little bit of blog has taken me 7 minutes and I'm hitting the backspace key about a hundred times a paragraph. Wooo, go me.

If there was ever a day I wanted to bang my head into the wall... this is it. I know it's all because my boyfriend keeps late hours and I'm trying to stay up to see him for just a little bit, but it's really not worth the aftermath. The worst part is I'll get home around 4pm, start my laundry and probably crash on the couch for hours, snoring my damn head off. It's not exactly conducive to a relationship. And now I'm hoping I spelled conducive right... it's not lighting up so I don't care right now.

I had wanted to work more on my book, but I don't know if that's reasonable at this point. I did finish a small chapter of Sebastian's online story, but I did most of that last night. It seems like I want to be able to do a lot of different things, but I'm fighting my body every step of the way. Please, dear body, understand that even though I want to be a night owl, I can't right now. Please understand and stop keeping me up all night. Please actually stay tired around 8 so I can go to bed at 9 like I should. Stop with the tired at 8, perky at 10pm. Pleeease!

One tired and annoyed writer,
Jennifer