sleep deprivation is a mighty strong drug...

Alright, I’ll admit it. I am so tired from getting up for the morning shift this week that I have absolutely no idea what to write about.

For a while, I though about writing about the state of mind where I just walk through the day without actually thinking too much, but that’s not an accutrate description of what happens. It’s not that I don’t think. It’s something different.

See, I don’t need to sleep an exorbitant amount. Five or six hours are enough, but what kills me is getting up early. I can sleep seven or eight hours, but when I have to get up at six like I do when I’m on the morning shift, I’m dull the entire day no matter what. Not quite stupid, not quite slow, but dull.

When I sleep something like five hours or more and get up at eight, nine or later… I’m cool.

(Remember the stand up routine by Larry Miller on MTV’s Half-Hour Comedy Hour way back when – yes I did have to imdb.com the name, but I remembered he’s in 10 Things I Hate About You. Well anyway, Miller had the several stages of drinking and every stage ended as long as something... I’m cool. Like stage five, when the devil was no longer on your shoulder, but he was now tending bar, you wanted to marry the waitress with fresh stitches in her forehead and you were one stage away from the sun, all you needed was a fresh change of blood and you were cool.
And yes this is the most rambling and nonsensical btw I’ve ever written. I spend too much time reading Pedro’s Just Another Freak in the Freak Kingdom blog, which takes pride in being non-linear.)