White Flag

11:19. FAIL.

After I left last night, I couldn’t sleep. Thoughts kept running through my head, and strange things – like my feet being cold and my face itching – seemed unusually uncomfortable. The last time I looked at my alarm clock, it was two in the morning.

When the alarm rang today, I rolled over, suppressed the guilt in my stomach, shut it off, and went back to sleep. What can I say? Sometimes, you have to admit when you’ve been beat.

In other news, I got a freelance job! Actual work will depend on if I get any assignments, but I was hired by a company who will contract me out to local businesses who need freelance writers.  It’s a start, and I’ll take it.

Off to get ready for my favorite night of television. Stories of Halloween to come, promise.

Quick Draw

I only have a few minutes to write this post.

I have to get my geriatric self to bed by midnight, because DAMN it, I’m getting up by eight tomorrow (I’ve been trying for a couple of weeks with only marginal success). Apparently, my body has developed an ego and can only get up before noon if it’s had a full eight hours.

Spent the majority of tonight in a Rocky-esque push to apply for jobs. Kind of disheartening (one place wanted 7-10 years of experience to be a secretary. Seriously?! Give the newbie college grads a break), but I managed to send out a few.

Crap. It’s 12:08. Gotta go.

Taking One for the Team

I swear my body is playing tricks on me. For the past week, I’ve been trying to get back on a normal sleep schedule. Every night, I would go to bed around midnight, set my alarm for 8 and…wake up the next day at noon to find that I’d turned my alarm clock off in a half-conscious act of rebellion.

Last night, I got in late and watched Project Runway. I also needed a shower, so by the time I ended up crawling into bed it was about 2 in the morning. Deciding to be nice (and realistic), I set my alarm for 10.

I woke up at 7.

Now, I’m sitting at my desk, hands shaking and mind blurry with exhaustion, but it’s too late to take a nap before I go out. Something tells me that this night will not end with me looking in the mirror and thinking, You look goood.

Then again, I hear undereye circles are making a comeback.