My EYEBALLS hurt...

Man, I'm tired. And it makes me feel like such a slacker. Busy? Yes. Stressed? Well, a certain level follows me around regardless, doesn't it? Not sleeping much or well? Hard to when you can't turn off the faucet that is your brain. Even when I dream...

So ok, there are reasons to be tired but STILL. Comparatively (which is typically a dirty word to me) there are people out there (whom I respect and admire for their accomplishments, so it's kosher to judge myself against them occasionally) who deal with so much more and aren't reduced to a sniveling squint-eyed hurricane of a mess when face with a tad of adversity.

I get four hours of sleep, wake up, and think of all of the things I have to do, soon, including dragging my butt off to work in the travesty we call a restaurant, and I'm ready to start sucking my thumb again.

Yes, I know I am hard on myself. Strangely enough, I think this is what my personality lives for. Because I am thriving on it. All of this work will show results, and in the end I will be happier for having done it. Even if I cry a lot while I do it.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm off to locate my pillowcase, aka, the "B".