This morning’s title is brought to you by Edd (a.k.a. “Double D”) from Ed, Edd n Eddy. Yes, we watch a lot of cartoons. \ud83d\ude42<\/p>\n
I am SO exhausted. I spent 4.5 hours yesterday coding some more advanced functionality into the program we’re writing in the training class that I’ve been attending all week, all while keeping up with the class, as well. Oh, and did I mention that I worked through lunch to get it working? By the time I got home, I was mentally and physically fatigued, but I didn’t feel like I was going to be able to take a nap… until I stopped moving for a little while. Then the physical fatigue and a combination of not having quite enough sleep all week took its toll. I laid down at 6:45 PM, intending to wake up at 7:30 PM and even set an alarm on my BlackBerry device to try and wake me up at the proper time. When I woke up, it was 11:00 PM and I hadn’t eaten dinner. Yikes! And yet, here I am, sitting in class, barely able to keep my eyes open. I even dug a fingernail into my side to try and stay awake. Plus my IBS decided to flare up a little bit. THAT woke me up! \ud83d\ude06 How can I have gotten so much sleep and still be tired? I know that rain often makes me want to go home, crawl into my bed, snuggle under the covers and sleep off the day, but this is ridiculous.<\/p>\n
So, I’m looking at maybe leaving at lunchtime so I can go home, take a nap and get my digestive tract settled down before we load up the car and head to my parents’ house for the weekend in order to celebrate my dad’s 50th birthday. I’m hoping for sun on the ride so that I have enough light to stitch!<\/p>\n
You may not hear from me this weekend, as a result. At least, probably not tomorrow. But, I’ll be back. I promise. \ud83d\ude09<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
This morning’s title is brought to you by Edd (a.k.a. “Double D”) from Ed, Edd n Eddy. Yes, we watch a lot of cartoons. \ud83d\ude42 I am SO exhausted. I spent 4.5 hours yesterday coding some more advanced functionality into … Continue reading