Sadly, yet as I suspected, even with bone-deep exhaustion, I was unable to get more than about 4-5 hours of sleep last night. About what I've had every night for the last week. I'm now more or less up, but visiting hours at the hospital don't start for another three hours.
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Oh, Sean. You poor guy. What if you just lie down and read a book, and rest a little?
I'ma keep trying that for a little while longer. Or at least not make myself caffeinated tea for a little while longer.
Hmmm... three hours, eh? Sean, my advice is to take a full half hour long hot shower, an hour long nap and then another quick shower before picking up something nice for S and heading to the hospital.
Or lounging in front of the computer while rubbing your eyes a lot. That works too.
Sean, insent.
Oh my! It's a little creepy to get spam from yourself. Ick.
Well, I'm thoroughly bummed out. Job Guy cancelled our meeting today (an hour before it was supposed to happen). He's not going to go with me and asked me to submit a time record of everything I've done so far so they can pay me for that.
{{{Cashmere}}} I'm sorry. Stupid Job Guy.
Grrrrrrrrrrrrrr. That is sucky Cashmere.
Why did I come into work early? I've been busting my tuckus and it isn't even 8am yet. GRONK. This is oh so wrong.
Oh, Cashmere, that totally sucks. I'm so sorry.