Crime Scene

I have a day off on Friday. Thank you, Jeezus! My brain is sucked dry, and I need to recharge. I got home tonight and had a plate of chips & salsa with a glass of milk for dinner. (Sounds disgusting, no? But it's what I had in the kitchen. The cupboard - she is bare.) Frat boy dinner finished, I closed my eyes for a second.

BAM!

Suddenly it was 10:48 p.m. and my phone was ringing. A college friend was calling from Minnesota - we talked for a good 45 minutes before my phone battery died. I'm glad she called. I was curled up on the sofa, TV on, eyeglasses on, snoring like a freight train (hell, I was probably drooling, too) and fully dressed in work clothes when I heard the phone. It wasn't pretty.

I think I just need a solid night's sleep and a little time to play catch up with myself. At this point, I've been working seven days a week for the past couple of weeks. My two big projects have been put to bed, and finally, I can focus a little bit on getting my own crapola in order. Sleep. Right now, I just need sleep.

This light pole is just outside my office. I snapped this the other day with my cell phone. My life has felt a little bit like a crime scene lately - I think I murdered my personal life this past month. But I get a three-day weekend to try to resurrect it.

Here's to some downtime!