Reviews, Recipes, and Random Slices of Life

Life is going much better now that I'm at the library. This morning was an unpleasant, hasty, why-am-I-running-so-far-behind start to the day. I didn't have time to eat breakfast, and I'm not one of those people who can skip breakfast without any problem. I've got to keep my blood sugar balanced, my body reacts to not being fed at regular intervals by inflicting extreme pain and shakiness on me, and I get ravenously hungry within an hour of waking up. So I grabbed a poptart to chew on as I ran for the bus. Literally, as I ran. Food isn't allowed on the bus, but the driver took pity on me and allowed me on with a crumbled half-handful of pop tart. In my hurry to get out the door, I forgot a couple of things:
* books that are due at the library today
* headphones to use with my laptop, and
* my tape player for listening to audio books or the radio at work

I give myself points for actually having my hair up, my tennis shoes on (no sandals allowed at work--besides, the better to run with), and a peanut butter and jelly sandwich for lunch in my bag.

However, this meant I was starting to lose it at work today. I just couldn't take it without something to listen to. Also, I hadn't expected there to be enough work to last for more than a couple of hours. There was. And it was tedious and mind-numbing as always, but I had nothing to distract myself with. I knew it was bad when I realized that a) I was about to scream or start talking to myself in a crazy bag-lady fashion, and b) I was honestly happy that my co-worker was half singing along with the rap music he was listening to.

So after lunch I fled. Packed up my bag and absconded to the library. Feeling much saner now. Think I'm on edge because a) haven't had more than one day off per week for the last way-too-long, and b) the damn heat wave means I haven't been able to sleep. I wake up every two hours, like clockwork--that's when the wifebeater I've been wearing to bed (is it a husbandbeater if a woman wears it?) dries out, and my cooling-by-evaporation system stops working. And I get irrational on sleep dep way faster than most people do. In fact, that may have been a large part of my problem the second year in college.

And I got to bed late. And I don't know what's for dinner. And I can't sleep in the library because somebody might steal my laptop. But I'm tired. And I have things to do. And I have so many, many things to do.