Of Pens and Swords

Target, pillow and bed in defilade, over.

I’m beat. Little boy, up all night again. I got up finally at 430a this morning, after maybe 4 hours of extremely broken sleep. I know Jess is probably fairing as well as I am, not sure how she seems to ignore the complete lack of sleep.

Here at work, it’s hard to focus. I’m tired, trying to complete two projects due by tomorrow for classes, start another one that is due on Sunday (which is long and requires a lot of research, and I haven’t even begun…well, I did, but decided to change the topic, can’t write a book, only 12 pages.) On top of trying to get some school work done at work, while being very tired, I keep having people come and pester me about them wanting me to actually do my job….the nerve.

I’ve been keeping track for the past week and a half. I have a request for something come across my desk on average of every 11 minutes. No big deal really, I’m not over worked by any means…I was just trying to figure out why I had trouble focusing on anything longer than 15 minutes…maybe that’s the reason hehe…

I was going to write about something specific, but it’s completely eluded me. I’m tired. Gut is acting up, which is hardly fun….could be from that Noni juice Jess bought. I’m not sure what magic that elixir is supposed to remedy, but one thing is for certain….my guts haven’t been any cleaner. I won’t die like Elvis now, with 22 pounds of crap (literally) lodged in his gut. I’ll be lucky if they can squeeze any juice from me at all.

Anyways, this posting is worthless. I’d be ashamed to even tie my name to it if I weren’t so tired.