float_on_alright | Jet Lag and Pondering (Reply)

Oh good lord, I can’t believe how tired I am right now. Everytime I think I can’t be any more tired I somehow feel, you guessed it, more tired.

Seriously, I just spent 45 minutes looking for something mindless to watch while I write this. I should’ve just put on music and let it play while I work so I could get my writing and words done for the day and then just go to bed. I’m so freaking sleepy. I would have done so much better if I had done that instead. Maybe I should do that now? The thing is, I’ve just discovered that “The Unusuals” is on Crackle which means I can watch it without going upstairs to go get my DVDs which is like the greatest thing. If they hadn’t removed Leverage from Netflix, I wouldn’t be having this problem, but no, what I want doesn’t matter apparently. Bastards.

Part of me just wants to go brush my teeth and pass out but I feel like I really do need to get at least a few hundred words tonight after taking off so many days during my vacation. As much as I keep feeling like it’s a Monday, it really is Friday tomorrow and we’re over half way through February and there’s still so much going on the rest of this month. I’ve got an outreach project, a weird schedule and a lot of adventuring to do.

I was just sitting here thinking of the outreach I’ll be doing the Saturday after this coming one because I was originally supposed to be working at the library on that Saturday but Hayley asked for someone to swap weekends with her. I said that would be fine so she’s working that weekend. That all happened ages ago and I didn’t think anything of it. Then a few weeks back, I was approached to set up a table and have a presence at The Charlotte History Museum about a family event they’re having. It only just occurred to me that it would’ve been almost impossible for me to go to that event had it not been for the fact that I already had already swapped that Saturday.

I didn’t hunt down the History Museum thing, they found me--somehow--on the website. It almost feels like this is something that I’m “meant” to do. All orchestrated at someone else’s hands. I’m really excited and hopeful about it, for sure.

I wanted to write more and write in my story, but every part of my body hurts from being on my feet all day today when I’m not used to it and I’m still struggling with the jet lag, so I’m passing out.