I just woke up at 1:42 in the morning, not quite sure where/when/how I was.
I'm that tired.
I submitted The Proposal That Ate My Brain yesterday afternoon. I've been working on this project since August and the last few weeks have been killing me. On Wednesday night, I went home so stressed about it (and a personal creative matter I hope to have resolved soon) that I couldn't sleep until 4:30 Thursday morning. I was a disaster yesterday after only two hours of sleep. And I was a bitch on wheels - very focused and very direct with folks who still owed me stuff for the submission.
But the monster is done. Finito. A very, very, very nice bottle of merlot was broken out to celebrate, which was very, very, very kind and much appreciated. And after two glasses of merlot and a sudden realization of just how exhausted I was, I came home and curled up on the sofa. Last thing I remember, it was 8:08 p.m. And now, it's 2:03 a.m. Friday. And, for one brief, shining moment, I am a free woman.
A free woman who has to be back up at 6:30 for an appointment with the back doctor.
So, back to bed with me, but I'll be back to write later today. The coffee shop calls!