Wednesday, September 05, 2012
... but what if you just don't sleep.
Since I got back from Los Angeles nine days ago, I have been wide-eyed at 0100 and when I do fall asleep, I wake several times a night.
This morning, I had had such a terrible night that I woke to the alarm to go to the trainer, bt I just COULD.NOT.GET.OUT.OF.BED.
I made the mad dash out the door when I did get up and I forgot to even grab a banana, which is my minimal breakfast for morning I don't feel like breakfast. Not to worry, I always get a proper breakfast before 0900.
But today? Not even the banana. Short on water too. I was about 30 minutes into the workout and my stomach was grumbling and I was sweating and I felt a little cold. I don' like that feeling. Suddenly, I got a terribly familiar metallic taste in my mouth.
"David," I said, "that's it for today. If I don't get out of here and get some food, I am going to embarrass myself." I felt like I was going to vomit, but from an empty stomach, it would have been most unpleasant.
Fortunately, I am a short 5 minute or less drive from the YMCA and I was stuffing my face with a banana almost as soon as I got int he door. And a proper breakfast followed.
Note to self: A banana is the original portable food. Even on the worst mornings, you have time to snag one and have it eaten before you get to the Y.
Don't be dumb again.
Mike called from LA tonight. He wants me to fund his agent until he gets a gig and gets paid for it. I told him to get a day job too. You know. One that pays the rent?
The boy has never done any acting, but he thinks he can make a go of it.
I hope he does, I really do. I don't want him to come back to live with us ... sorry, I am so ready for them to all be gone.
I expect that come March I will be flying to LA and helping him drive back to Baltimore.
I hope not.