Friday, September 9, 2011

Coasting into the weekend

Watch your backs, folks.  I am dangerously close to becoming a drooling flesh-eating zombie and I would hate for you to succumb to being one of my victims.

Yesterday I made the mistake of agreeing to accompany my father on a 5:15 a.m. dog walk on the streets of Edina.  In the dark.

By the time I arrived at school last night, I was starting to drag a little.  After two hours of my three hour class, which is held in the basement of the library building in a room full of computers, I was on the floor.  It is not my teacher's fault.  She had a lot of interesting information to share and she made lots of nice Power Point slides. 

It isn't as though the class runs to some ungodly hour, either.  It is from 6-9 p.m.  But by 8, I found myself drifting.  Eyes glazed over, thoughts turning to mush.  My brain became a giant sieve; all words being spoken floated in and out. 

I felt terrible.  My teacher was so earnest, so eager to impart knowledge.  But I fear that my trance was contagious because she noted seemed to pick up on a vibe that focus was waning and let us go a bit early. 

My only concern from that point was driving.  Even though it only takes about 20 minutes to get home, I was uncertain.  Of course, the fact that I had also skipped dinner in favor of an iced tea was not helping my blood sugar levels. 

Then I got home, and in a moment of what I can only assume was sleep deprived stupidity, I agreed to get up again this morning with my dad.  It is a wonder I am still functioning in an upright position. 

Thank goodness tomorrow is Saturday, right?  At the very least, I hope that this means I can get a little extra sleep, although I doubt it will help much in the long run.  I get to spend five hours in class tomorrow afternoon followed by a night in which I must share my bed with three space hogging dogs.

So to that end, I find that I cannot be clever today.  I cannot create long sentences.  Heck, I can hardly create coherent sentences without concentrating extra hard.

So instead, here you go.

I call this masterpiece, "Bread Monster."

This is how I used to sleep, surrounded only by pillows.

I've got skillz, man.

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