I’ve Been Up for 21 Hours

And I’m exhausted. Today was sheer (as my friend and cube neighbor Coco would say) BRUTALITY. I have no idea why I’m sitting here blogging about how tired I am instead of going to bed.

Remember the days when all-nighters were easy peasy to handle? Well, I guess they were never easy per se, but my body didn’t hate me as much. Although, I bet that if I stayed awake all last night instead of sleeping for those few hours, I’d feel a tad different. I remember the last time I pulled an all-nighter, the world around me started going surreal on me once late afternoon hit. It was the most bizzaro feeling.

Anyway, I’m rambling. I need a shower. And a bed. And a nice warm blanket.