The Band-Aid Method in Open Diary 2001-2018 (Pre-Prosebox)

I am feeling the tiniest bit better the last two days. Things at work aren’t freakishly insane this week, and even though I’m still insanely freakish (heh), I don’t feel like the sky is falling these days. I’m not worried that the loft isn’t going to look absolutely perfect for the party (though thanks to Grrrrr it will look wonderful), and I have no clue what I’m going to wear, and I’m not ready to be turning 40, but guess what? Life happens whether you want it to or not!

The band-aid method seems to work well lately. The loft move was painful, but it was swift. And as you well know, I am the biggest, slowest procrastinator on the face of the earth. So instead of drrrraaaaggging it out and getting all emotional/sentimental about the move, there was nothing we could do but….move!!!

By the same token, the presentations at work weren’t going to create and present themselves….nothing to do but go, go, GO!

And I finally had a true non-working weekend. It was a dream!! Grrrr and I got a bunch of stuff done with the loft and even found time for a really fun Sunday of not even working on the loft at all. Yummm. Champagne brunch and all! I am so lucky. Really.

Except for the fact that I’m still sooooo tired. I can’t seem to catch up on my sleep. Someone just came by my office and told me that I look really run down. Gee. Thanks. But it’s true. I am completely exhausted. I would call in sick one day, but I’d feel too guilty, even though sleeping would probably make me better.

And we’re trying to piece the loft together bit by bit. I wanted to get one room done per day starting last night after work, but we had a friend of Grrrr’s come by to look at putting up brackets to hold up the flat screen TV so that it will swivel all over the place (he has an electronics/home theater installing business), and he hung out for what seemed like hours, swilling beer and catching up. So not much got done last night and I was kind of…not bitchy…but sort of quiet after he left. And that confused Grrrrr and made me feel like a crappy friend because he’s a good guy and all—I was fine when he was over, but after he left I was exhausted and….whatever I was.

So after dinner and after a couple more beers Grrrrr and I went to bed, but I laid there staring into the night. And Grrrr asked me what was wrong, and I don’t like complaining. I’m tired. Just so tired. I want to sleep for a couple of days. Just alone. Just to recharge the old batteries.

But there are too many band-aids to rip off these days. Things will get done and I will get to rest. I’m taking the whole week of Thanksgiving off, and OH MAN will I be thankful!!!

For now, gotta rip!