I have been looking at everything today in terms of, “Can I lay my head down on this and sleep for a while?” Unfortunately, the answer is ususally no for either practical or ethical reasons.
Tuesdays are usually slumpy anyway, but today I am having an especially hard time with simple tasks like sentence formation and zipping up my pants. I can tell that there is a list forming in the deep archives of my mind called, “Things I Miss About My Youth”. It’s currently a short list, beginning with “smooth stomach skin”, and quickly followed by “energy”.
I used to have boundless energy. Four hours of sleep per night was more than enough. I could stay up all night with nary a yawn to slow me down the next day. I loved late night TV and all-night drive-thrus. Now, at around 8:30 p.m. every night, I start planning the quickest route to bed. I rarely stay up past 10:45 p.m. without passing out.
Friday night James and DeDe came over and we stayed up talking until 3:30 a.m.. It was a good talk, and well worth the residual exhaustion. We covered a range of topics, including the long and painful story I call What Happened In High School, which actually felt pretty theraputic for the first time in a long time. James and DeDe, if you read this, I hope you have recovered better than I.
I am tempted to visit the nearby Maverik and purchase a Red Bull from one of the colorful members of the Maverik motley crew, but the Red Bull high is only temporary. What I need is a slow-drip Red Bull IV.
For now, I think I will just prop my eyelids open with toothpicks like I saw on Tom and Jerry once.
