My demise is going to be much more untimely if I don’t stop being a complete moron.  This weekend I have:  left my house twice, and had to turn around and come back for something I had forgotten.  Left my wallet at the baby shower and had to drive an hour back to get it.  And ran the washing machine, with no clothes in it.  It’s only a matter of time before I take a swig of bleach thinking it’s yummy, or decide to nap on the road because asphalt is so warm.  I haven’t slept more then 6-7 hours a night in the last three weeks.  Only six of those hours was any good.  Sleep deprivation makes me lose IQ points all over the place.

If it wasn’t for the PDA and it’s near constant beeps with reminders of where I need to be and what I need to do, I would be (more of) a wreck.  It’s midnight and I’m no where near done working.  I took a four hour (involuntary) nap on the couch, and still woke up bleary eyed.  Since I’m not supposed to have any calories for the next eight hours I’m sure I’ll be eating breakfast for the first time in six months tomorrow.  I just went to pour out my juice, and poured out my water instead.  Maybe I can nap when I’m getting my teeth cleaned tomorrow morning, or in the car before my blood tests… oh hold on, there’s the reminder to breathe.