THE DAILY DIVERSION

I HATE TO SAY "I TOLD ME SO", BUT...

Yeah, you shouldn't use Jedi Mind Tricks on your own brain. It will retaliate and it's not going to be pretty. So, what did my mind do to get back at me for my shenanigans yesterday you ask?

Well, it's really a four part revenge story...

1. No dreams. At least that I know of anyway. I didn't remember anything from sleeping last night when I woke up this morning.
2. No music. I didn't have a single song in my head until I turned some music on while I was getting ready. That really sucks to not have something driving me towards great things each and every day.
3. A skull cracking headache. Yes, I know I said "migraine" yesterday, but my brain let me off the hook, well, a little bit anyway. I kind of felt like drilling a small hole in my forehead this morning, just so maybe some the pressure would subside. That would look good in wedding pictures, wouldn't it?
4. Finally, again, I'm exhausted. What's the point in sleeping if you wake up 100 times more tired than when you went to bed? I've been trying to figure this out for years. If I knew I was going to wake up feeling like this, then I wouldn't have gone to bed in the first place. I'd much rather have stayed up and watched endless hours of infomercials or reruns of "In the Heat of the Night". Wait! I probably would've felt the same way in the morning after a night of that agony!

So, here I am, at work. I have zero energy to put forth toward doing anything. I am actually working on something, but I'm doing a half-assed job of it. My boss's boss asked me to help out with this stuff while my boss is out of the office for a few days. It's not difficult, by any stretch of the imagination, but I just can myself to say "LET'S DO THIS!!". Man, I really hope I can get some rest over the weekend. If not, it might get a little ugly next week!

To make matters more fun, I have a dentists appointment this afternoon to get a filling in one of my little toofers. That's always a pleasant experience! Actually, I can't complain too much. I've never really had a bad experience with a dentist. I've always been told I was a good patient. I just sit there and take everything they can dish out. Maybe I'm a glutton for punishment? Maybe I'm a masochist? Either way, I'll get my lollipop afterwards!