Pretty Decent Friday

My head felt like it was going to explode. It was coming up on 9 P.M. and I was still stuck at work, nothing was going right. I was furious. And finally the office cleared. Things were still going wrong all around me, but finally I had a moment to myself. I brought up The Phantom of The Opera soundtrack on my Ipod and just let it work its magic. Moments later I was on my way to being calm.

I must be the worst straight person in the known universe.

It's as if God said in his deep booming baritone with a masculine sweep of his arm, "Let him dig chicks."...and then with a questionable gesture he added in a very fey voice, "Butttttt...let's not make him care so much he actually does anything about it." I'm sure there are lots of guys who find musicals soothing, I'm sure most of them take it. I'm the exception to that rule as well I suppose.

Anyway...I'm working through one of the most taxing professional periods of my life. I'm just ridiculously busy. I'm also an insomniac and having only a few hours off between work each day means I rarely have enough time to even begin falling asleep. It's not doing wonders for my functionality.

Here's just a quick list of my sleep induced failings this week:

3 - Number of times I dozed for a moment and woke up not knowing where I was.
1- Number of times I was at my desk in the office when I woke up.
2- Number of times I was driving on the NJ Turnpike when I woke up.

5- Number of times I said, "Whoa, slow down. You people talk too fast for me."

4- Number of times I went to put a cup down on my desk and instead dropped it because as it turns out I was nowhere near my desk.

1- Number of times I walked into my bathroom, raised the lid on the toilet, and thought "I don't remember doing that."

3-Number of times I couldn't remember if I shampooed in the shower.
2-Number of times that happened more than once in a single shower.
1- Number of times I forgot to shower altogether.

3- Number of times I walked out of my apartment, checked if my fly was open, and found that it was.
1- Number of times I walked out of m apartment, checked if my fly was open, and realized I wasn't wearing any pants.

8- Number of times I forgot to sign a check I was writing.
1- Number of times I forgot where to sign the check.
1- Number of times I forgot whose name to sign on the check. (Just for reference it's my own.)

3- Number of nonsensical blog entries, counting this one, including the phrase "I'm so very tired."


So...yeah, that's where we're at.It's Good Friday. Everyone else has off today, but I'm working anyway. Despite that unfortunate fact the optimist in me prevails...today won't just be Good Friday, it's going to be Great Friday.