exhaustion
i just got in today for my brothers' wedding. i was supposed to leave at 3:45pm, but my flight was delayed for an hour. that really sucked b/c i could've done a little more cleaning in my apartment and wouldn't have had to drive 80mph in the driving rain...but, them's the breaks.
i don't think i've been more tired in the last three years than i am right now. the last three days i've been pulling these retardedly long shifts at work and then getting to bed, essentially, 4 hours before i had to be back at work. sun. night i worked from 9-9 and went to bed at 3:30am, only to have to be at work by 8am. then i worked my full shift, went to bed at 1am (which is rather normal), woke up at 7:30am, worked until 8pm, went to bed around 3:45am, to then be back to work at 8am. i am fucking tired.
i'm on the plane and i'm in my seat. i fell asleep before we even left the ground. in fact, i don't remember lift off at all. so, the last thing i see out of my window is the airport. an hour later, i woke up and sort of freaked out. you have to remember that i'm shit tired and a little disorientated. so, i wake up and see clouds and little specs of the earth. for a split second i forgot that i was on a plane. i didn't know where i was and started to freak out. that lasted a couple of seconds before i had a sip of some ginger ale and passed back out.
even as exhausted and slightly disorientated as i am, i love being home. when i left it was raining like crazy and was cold, but with a warm damp air. it's the kind of wet that makes your bones moist. i fly into st. louis and it's 65 degrees and partly cloudy as the sun is setting. gorgeous...and it's supposed to continue. i feel so much better being home. i felt so good i gave my uncle's fairly hairy back a massage and didn't mind when his pain landed me massaging his ass. that is contentment.
i'm looking forward to taking pictures of the wedding and then going to columbia to hang out with andrea. i haven't been able to chill with her for a very long time. i'm playing tennis with my dad and want to go see Ann. she may very well be the sweetest woman i know. that's what makes shawn so bitter sweet. so close. so, i want to see her and spend a little time with her.
i'm in for a week and a half of rest, reaxation and overall personal calm. i can dig that.
i don't think i've been more tired in the last three years than i am right now. the last three days i've been pulling these retardedly long shifts at work and then getting to bed, essentially, 4 hours before i had to be back at work. sun. night i worked from 9-9 and went to bed at 3:30am, only to have to be at work by 8am. then i worked my full shift, went to bed at 1am (which is rather normal), woke up at 7:30am, worked until 8pm, went to bed around 3:45am, to then be back to work at 8am. i am fucking tired.
i'm on the plane and i'm in my seat. i fell asleep before we even left the ground. in fact, i don't remember lift off at all. so, the last thing i see out of my window is the airport. an hour later, i woke up and sort of freaked out. you have to remember that i'm shit tired and a little disorientated. so, i wake up and see clouds and little specs of the earth. for a split second i forgot that i was on a plane. i didn't know where i was and started to freak out. that lasted a couple of seconds before i had a sip of some ginger ale and passed back out.
even as exhausted and slightly disorientated as i am, i love being home. when i left it was raining like crazy and was cold, but with a warm damp air. it's the kind of wet that makes your bones moist. i fly into st. louis and it's 65 degrees and partly cloudy as the sun is setting. gorgeous...and it's supposed to continue. i feel so much better being home. i felt so good i gave my uncle's fairly hairy back a massage and didn't mind when his pain landed me massaging his ass. that is contentment.
i'm looking forward to taking pictures of the wedding and then going to columbia to hang out with andrea. i haven't been able to chill with her for a very long time. i'm playing tennis with my dad and want to go see Ann. she may very well be the sweetest woman i know. that's what makes shawn so bitter sweet. so close. so, i want to see her and spend a little time with her.
i'm in for a week and a half of rest, reaxation and overall personal calm. i can dig that.
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