I'm not really sure where this feeling of exhaustion came from, but I feel like I just came from the losing end of an out of control pillow fight. Like when you were younger and it started out playful, but then things got a bit out of hand. Next thing you know people are swinging wildly and you end up with a rogue pillow in the face. Except now that pillow's been swung so much it has all its' fluff compressed by centrifugal force so it's all packed in one end.
Then POW!, right in the kisser. It didn't really hurt but you're a bit disoriented, and your eyes won't stay fully open. That's pretty much the jist of how I feel.
So, what's the answer? Caffine? Perhaps, but we're out of cream and sugar, and I'm not sure drinking the office coffee is safe to inbibe in its' purest form.
I'd buy a soda, but I have no cash. I'm the type who deposits his cash every chance he gets because that way I don't spend it on stupid shit like buying sodas at wor..... ah, fuck me.
I guess it doesn't help that the AC is running at cryogenically appropriate levels. Why I'm inside with a jacket and outside with a t-shirt is anyone's guess.
Likewise, nothing says "wake up" like lukewarm flourescent lighting and surroundings that scream neutrality.
So yeah, Ugh.
But hey, only half a day left here, so all is not lost. Plus someone just handed me a White Chocolate Macadamia Nut cookie, and my spirits are rising.
Tonight it's the final rehearsal for the Las Cruces Symphony before our concert set this weekend. Sure it's a 3 hour rehearsal, but on the plus side we get Roberto's burritos during the break, so it's still a win.
Looking forward to a smooth weekend, here's hoping yours is equally free of complication.
Must. Nap. Soon.
Jimmy