So. Tired.
January 4th, 2016
I am utterly exhausted. Clearly, my existential dread about returning to work after an eleven day break (paid, no less) was more than a bit justified. Oh sure, work itself is actually moving along quite nicely today. Inexplicably, I've managed to avoid the ignorant critters in the break room who can't make up their mind whether the President is a ruthless dictator or a feckless wimp, as well. Bonus!
The problem is that I readily adjusted to a different sleep schedule over the wondrous vacation from responsibility I just enjoyed. Which is how it always works with me. I can slip from my 'being a responsible adult' sleep pattern to my 'still in high school and completely unsupervised' sleep pattern without effort, but reversing the process is always a Herculean effort.
Though, truth be told, the whole 'staying up until 2:00 AM because I couldn't get to sleep in the first place' thing probably didn't help today, either.
I miss the glory days of my youth, when I could do this sort of thing without batting an eye. Of course, back then, I drank about a twelve pack of Mountain Dew ™ each day. Now, I seem to subsist on one wee can of sugar free Red Bull ™ and about a quart of Builder's ™ tea. That's still a lot of caffeine, but nowhere near what I used to ingest. I've just turned 42, mind you, and can't handle that level of stimulant any more.
That's right, I'm old. Get off my lawn, already.