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.|