I am so flippin’ tired. It was a student day, which means that I’ve been on the phone for seven hours. It’s part of my second year of health counseling training, a “give-back” opportunity to mentor this year’s incoming students. It’s amazing to work with them, to hear the things they’re working on and working through, but to pay attention and be tuned in to seven different people in 50 minute segments from 9 until 6 is a very long day. Especially because in between sessions I managed to put together a press kit, write a proposal letter, redesign my brochure, do my accounting and schedule a meeting with a new attorney for next week. Oh, and I ate three meals, too. Dinner was take out, but I did steam my own broccoli to go with it.
So, clearly what I’m trying to say is I AM a superwoman and you should respect me. Or at least let me sleep. I’m working at an emotional deficit, anyway. I got a shower in today, too, which was not in my original plan. About half way through the day I decided I’d get cleaned up and go see friends tonight, and although the cleaned up part happened, I got all caught up in desk work and then had to watch The Office and never did go see my friends. I’ll try to be social tomorrow.
So I’m going to bed now. I’m a little worried about the half pint of Haagen Dazs Caramel Cone I just inhaled; that it might double back and bring me down tomorrow. It’s likely, I’m about due for an utter melt down, what with the latest divorce crap, the day of isolation, bills coming due and a couple days of rain. And don’t overlook the black hole I’m living in which is a world without Macadamia Brittle. I tried to fill the hole with Caramel Cone, to no avail. I suppose I could focus on having a better attitude, but did I mention that I’m flippin’ tired?
Tags: ice cream, sleep, workaholic
