I Say Again: GUH.

Guhhhhhh I am so tired. This weekend was great and lovely and wonderful and I can't wait for my trip in three days but OH MY GOD I WANT A DAMNED BREATHER.

I do work tomorrow, but it isn't until 4:30. Thursday I work 1 to 9:30, and Friday is Travel Day, so tomorrow is the last real chunk of time to get things done. Here's the list:

[o] reserve a car rental
[o] try and make a chiropractor appointment for Ryan, either Thursday in South Bend or Monday in Manchester
[o] confirm if I can pack pounds of coffee and/or my camera case
[o] print out itinerary and receipt and all that to make boarding pass collection easier
[o] get laundry money from bank
[o] do a ton of laundry
[o] do a practice pack
[o] reserve room/table at Willi Brew for Saturday night
[o] call Mom and Dad to make plans with them (I'm a bad daughter)
[o] mail things at Post Office

I'm not sure which is the best part of this, that at least half of this list could/should have been done a week or more ago, or the fact that it's all required. ALL OF IT. BEFORE CLOSING WITH THAT ONE AND THE OTHER ONE.

Meanwhile I have been completely, completely exhausted. And it's mostly hitting at work. Saturday, yesterday, and today: fine before work, clock in, get on the floor, want to go take a nap, spend next several hours feeling almost drunken from exhaustion. My already-lacking coordination plummets to toddler level, my judgement is just fucked, and I'm completely useless.

But only at work. This morning I met with Aurelie for brunch and made an impromptu shopping trip, and felt completely fine, even with the insane heat (103!) and fair humidity. Walked in to work, BAM, tired as HELL.

The Good Shift spent the rest of the day insisting that it's because I'm pregnant (I'M NOT. TRUST ME.), but I developed a better theory with some help from Aurelie. To put it short and sweet, it's stress. To quote her, "I have those days. They're called...you can't handle work. You have other things to do (even if it's napping) and you don't want to be fucking be there...so you feel like shit." Basically, it's the last place I want to do and the last thing I want to be doing, I start running on fumes and feel like crap.

Tomorrow doesn't look good for catching up on sleep, but Thursday might be. And Friday our flight isn't until the afternoon, so maybe then? At the very least, I can nap on the plane! :D

Time for dinner. Whee.