...Which may be any minute, now.
Seriously? Less than an hour of sleep?
OK, I don’t think that number is entirely accurate. It FEELS like it is, but I don’t think it’s quite right. Sometime after 3am, I went crazy, grabbed every pillow I could, and stacked them up so that I was “lying” sitting up; I was finally able to fall asleep for brief spans of time, then. But the Body Cop didn’t pick up on the difference between ACTUALLY sitting up, which is what I’d been doing for most of the night, and being propped up on a bunch of pillows.
Mind you, I’d set my alarm to go off extra early, so that I could work out. Needless to say, that didn’t happen. But it didn’t occur to me to actually change the alarm, now did it?
So at 4:30, the first alarm went off. 4:45, for the next one. The old school alarm clock across the room is easy to turn completely off; the one on the cell phone is more challenging. It’s designed to be; the dismiss button is tiny; the snooze button is most of the screen. I hit snooze twice before I was able to find the off button.
I honestly can’t remember the last time I tried to function on this little sleep. It’s like being on drugs, except without the fun aspects. Probably similarly safe to be on the roads, though (NOT!) It was foggy, this morning, too; great combination. *shudder*
I would have liked very much to have taken today off. Unfortunately, our recently instated and much maligned timecard system now includes sick time as accrued, rather than just, y’know, THERE. Which means that, because I was sick to my stomach in January and took a half day off, I’m going to have to wait until April before I have a full day’s worth of sick time available.
So! Here I am. At work. Utterly brain-dead.
Which is fun.
Or, y’know, not so much.
And yet, despite this, I just had a conversation with the mortgage pre-approval guy.
Telling all your financial stuff to a complete stranger is SCARY. Plus, it feels like you’re being weighed. Mind you, I felt like I was weight and approved, rather than found wanting; whether that’ll be true after he runs the numbers, I do not know. I did do one of the three free annual credit reports you get (Experian) yesterday, and there was only one ding there, which I can readily explain if anyone asks (I moved. Despite the postal change of address forms submitted, the bill for that particular credit card did not follow me. As soon as I was aware of the issue, I paid it immediately. This was shortly after I moved into my current apartment, about a year and a half ago), and the rest of it was sparkling. Hopefully that’s true across the board. I know that when I bought my car in 2008, my credit score was astonishingly good, but I was considered “light” in the credit department. I’ve never paid an car payment late, so that should help.
I think (hope) I’ll be approved for more than I have any intention of paying, though the mortgage guy did just give me a lesson in just how much closing costs might run me; that was very, VERY scary. But we agreed that if my options are living in a nice place in utter poverty, living comfortably in an utter craphole, or continuing to rent, I’ll keep renting.
I took some more jewelry photos yesterday. I posted them to FB, and the response was very positive, so that’s good. Everything I’ve posted so far is rings, which is a little odd, I guess. But they’re so easy! LOL! I’d say that maybe tonight I’d do something else, but my plan for tonight is food, then sleep. Do not pass go, do not collect $200, go directly to sleep. I MIGHT workout, but then again, I might not. Depends on how I feel.
Currently, I feel like I’m running on pure caffeine.
Which isn’t really a nice feeling.
I’d LIKE to work out, but I don’t know that it makes sense without a brain to drive the body.
Here's yesterday's numbers, regardless.
The scale told me I was back up to 170, today.
My pants are falling off and I’m comfortably wearing a bra that I don’t think I EVER wore comfortably, but apparently, I’m up by a pound.
I mean, it wouldn’t come as a shock; it’s not like I’ve been meeting all of my goals so consistently, and I’m not drinking enough water, nor am I getting an appropriate amount of sleep (clearly). But the clothing tells a different story.
If I believe the scale, I’ll get discouraged. I’m choosing to believe the clothes, at the moment.
Actually, right at this PARTICULAR moment, I’m not really believing anything. I’m trying very, very hard just to keep going and not do anything too obviously bizarre.
I’m also trying not to raid the candy machine.
They put Reese’s Pieces in there.
That’s just mean.
It’s a really good thing I don’t still keep Jelly Bellies on my desk. I do still have one mini 3 Musketeers on my desk, but it’s that whole old maid thing; it’s the last one, so I can’t eat it.
I’m having trouble coming up with stuff to babble on about.
Here, have a picture of a ring. Yes, I’m aware that it looks a lot like other pictures of rings I’ve posted; I only know how to make the one, in wire. I need to work up a new one.
I’m supposed to go to a meeting in half an hour. A meeting that’s boring even on a good day.
Today is not a good day. *sigh*
OK, OK, I’ve whined at you enough. I’ll need to come up with some other way to look busy. Have a great day, all.