Then I remember that I haven't paid the credit card bills due next week. Damnit. After I get those bills ready to mail, I figure I might as well pay some others. I suddenly remember that I received a notice about renewing my license, but I cannot for the life of me remember into which pile it was put. I search the kitchen, the den, the living room, upstairs, downstairs, and then I make these rounds four more times before writing myself a huge note: LICENSE RENEWAL.
By the time I get to bed, it's after midnight and I am pissed as Hell at myself for losing the DMV notification.
I toss and turn for a while because I am now completely agitated. I finally fall asleep. Usually I get up at least once, which I kind of like because I can tell myself things like, "Three more hours to sleep ... two more hours to sleep..." or whatever it happens to be. When I wake up during the night this time, though, I glance at the clock, preparing to calculate my sleep-leftover time.
I try to decipher the clock from across the room, and I think it says 1:30. I have to get up and pee, anyway, and now I can get back to the business of snoozing. Right?Wrong. I am not quite sure what the clock really does say, so I slide on my glasses and glance over. 4:50. Wait. Wait a second. 4:50?! First of all, I rarely sleep through like that, and, second of all, damnation -- I have to get up in twenty minutes.
By the time I get back upstairs from the long trek to the bathroom, which is inconveniently located at a distance from the bedrooms that corresponds roughly with the distance between Boston and Istanbul, the clock reads 4:53.
Pissah. Wicked. Wicked pissah.
Now, the conundrum. Do I stay up or try to get back to sleep? As I contemplate the state of my universe, I am hit by a massive hot flash. Covers off, fan on, window open. Holy motherfucker, I'm melting like the damn Wicked Witch of the West. Still trying to decide if I should roll off the bed and get on with my day or not, I think about how nice the fan feels as I start returning to normalcy post sweat episode.
The next thing I know, the radio-alarm is playing something, I'm not quite sure what because my brain is completely shut off. Not only did I doze off again, apparently I have been comatose for about fifteen minutes. I feel surprisingly refreshed after my extra shut-eye, which is good because I see my note to myself sitting on the kitchen table and start tearing things apart looking for that stupid DMV paperwork with no success.
I stay at work way too late and finally leave the parking lot a full twelve hours after my initial early-morning wake-up (4:53 p.m.), bring home a pile of work, and start packing it all away around 9:00 p.m. I decide to do one more perusal through the same piles of paperwork that I have already searched at least a half-dozen times now for that missing DMV crap.
Guess what I find sitting right out in the open, mocking me and my exhausted ways? Yup, the damn DMV paperwork, and it is exactly where I thought it might be in the first place.
I'd love to stay and chat some more about the sad state of my life right now, but it's getting late, I have to enter grades that I just completed, I have to get up early for work, and I am damn tired from last night's and this morning's sleep fiasco ... sleep-asco ... fia-sleep ...
Yup. Once again, my eyeballs are falling out of their sockets. I'll be back during the night, or maybe around 4:50 a.m., if I'm really, really lucky enough to make it straight through two nights in a row.
