.- quantum uncertainty -.

I had a brief moment of clarity in my fatigue-induced haze.

It was this:

Am I fucking CRAZY to even consider going to work after being up for 22 hours straight, sleeping 6 hours on Monday night and having slept 4 hours on Sunday night? Since 2:30pm on Sunday, I have had TEN HOURS OF SLEEP. That's 10 hours of sleep in 70 hours.

That's like, bad, right?

So I just called into work, rescheduled myself for the 30th of August. My work schedule now looks like this:

This Friday, this Sunday-Wednesday.

The following Sunday-Wednesday.

Whee. 9 days instead of 6. But that's what you get when you reschedule THREE SHIFTS IN A ROW. Good Lord.

Anyways, I left the message now, because I was going to try to sleep and then wake up at 3:30 to get ready to go... but then I was like "what if I wake up at 3:30 and I can't even get out of bed? What if I DON'T wake up at 3:30? That would be a 'cancellation', as opposed to a 'rescheduling', and that's bad for my reliability at work."

To be honest, I don't know if rescheduling the way I've just done, twice, is any better. I'll find out on Friday.

But anyways, I called now to cancel so that at least they have warning, and if they need to call someone in to replace me, they have time to look for someone or whatever.

Worst case scenario? They fire me. In which case, fuck them. I'm good at my job and I don't even really LIKE it, so they've got a good interviewer to lose, and what do I have to lose? A serious time suck.

Right, okay. Bed in just a few. Without the alarm set.

Hee.

And I am not done, yet.

I think I could be finished by 9am.

That would be good. I'd still get more than 4 hours of sleep before going to work.

Why am I posting? Because, by golly, if I have to suffer through the excruciating prolongment (is that even a word?!) of this project, so must you. My friends. My pals. My buddies. Those who stand with me against all that with which life chooses to challenge me.

Of course this isn't friendslocked, because hey, spreading the evil is almost as fun as conquering it. But this is meant for my friends to read -- they're my audience. And have been very supportive over the last three months. (And, in most cases, much longer than three months.)

I have 12 tables in my Discussion of Findings section, and now I just need to discuss those findings. Then a simple conclusion and a quick summary/abstract. And then a quick read over.

Then, I print it, somehow force my stapler through more than FORTY-FOUR PAGES (I'm going to be creative. Just you watch.) and then get dressed and catch the bus to school, dropping it off well before noon.

Then coming home and SLEEPING for 3-4 hours.

Then going to work.

Then coming home and sleeping until FOREVER.

I am actually considering calling my mom to see if she has one of those black clips with the metal legs that I can use to hand in my paper and my research journal... Mmm. I'll give her another 20 minutes. ;)

Okay. On with the tea!

I am going to make a second cup of tea.

How's that for a random subject?

(Actually, it's not all that random. But you had to be there.)

I'm at JBs right now, although I'm going to be leaving shortly, I believe. We've done some work while I've been here, and been very good, in that we haven't talked all THAT much.

For us, anyways. ;)

Anyways, for some reason, we were talking and neither of us could think of the word "tumbleweeds".

But then it hit me like a ton of bricks about 10 minutes later, and I am STILL feeling victorious about it, over three hours later.

Also, my grandmother foisted 20 rolls of toilet paper on me, and I gave 8 to JB, for she and her roommate were out.

Oh. And I didn't finish my thingy, and neither did she, and that's why I came to her place instead of going to class.

I'm very tired and am going to try to take a new bus route home. WooHOO. :)

Uh. I think that's it.