Starting the day wonderfully, still reeking of popcorn from when I helped at a busy show last night, sweaty because of anxiety, and ready to sell the cat to the circus.

Insomnia is no fun. I’ve posted about it a few times, but in the last few months, I have had no troubles sleeping. If anything, I had troubles with not sleeping. I even nap sometimes now. I think it’s because I finally got my anaemia issues sorted (greens and beans and dried fruit, y’all).

But then, yesterday, I made a huge mistake and took a non-drowsy antihistamine. Despite the box claiming this product lasted 12 hours, it was more like 16. I slept in fits and starts, but nothing productive. Hamish sensing my awakeness, started his breakfast campaign around 4 in the most adorable and annoying ways (head butts, mrrrrping, rubbing his head on furniture in a somehow noisy way, bathing next to my head). This did not help me sleep either.

I feel like an empty shell of a human and, in an entire uncharacteristic move, the universe has gifted me with TWO meetings at work today. I am not sure that’s ever happened. One is very important, the other is a courtesy. Might email to delay the latter just because human shells are no good at staving off potentially pushy sales reps.

“Oh, yeah, pallet movers are really cool! I think moving heavy things about once every two months totally necessitates getting one. OMG CAN WE GET A HUMAN-SIZED ROLL OF BUBBLE WRAP?!”

But, y’know, in a mumbly, slurry, less coherent drawl because that meeting is seven hours away.

Can someone carry me to work? I’m too tired to bike or walk or drive or exist.

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Things aren’t all doom and gloom, though, ’cause some folks I know are knocked up. Congratulations, you crazy kids! Your tiny human is very lucky to have you.