Queer · and · Loathing · in · America

So, of course I didn't set the alarm last night and woke up this morning wide awake at 7 a.m. Talk about frustrating. Sigh.

Everything's packed. All I need to do now is shave and shower, load the car, and head out on the highway. Oy.

I still can't get over how tired I was yesterday. Talk about highly annoying. I also have a lot to do while on this trip; hopefully I will be able to get it all done--or at least make some decent progress. I should be able to; the only thing truly standing in my way will be laziness, in all honesty, and I am hoping to be able to get that out of my system in the car today. I am also not going to stress about getting there as quickly as possible, which always seems to be my mindset whenever I get in the car. I am going to relax, try to enjoy the ride, and also try not to chain smoke.

I really should try quitting again.

Sigh.

Okay, off I go.

I am wiped out.

I don't understand. I wake up every morning at seven (occasionally I sleep in all the way to eight, woo-hoo!) without a problem. So, of course, this morning I had offered to drive Jean to the airport, which meant meeting her at the office at 8:25 am. To be safe (in case it turned out to be a 'sleep till eight' morning), I set the alarm for seven. Never fails, right? My body decided today was a 'sleep till eight' day, the alarm woke me, and as a result I have felt tired, achy, and crabby all day. Right now, I am so tired I could fall asleep in my damned desk chair. My muscles and joints are tired. My eyes are at that stage of tired where they kind of burn/sting.

And tomorrow I have to drive for ten and a half hours. Talk about suckage.

My evil plan was to get up at seven (again) and get on the road by eight; fuck that. I am not setting the alarm again. I'll just get up when I get up. It doesn't matter what time I get there. I'll drink my gallon of coffee, and leave when I am goddamned good and ready.

Sheesh! I am a horribly crabby thing when I'm tired.

I did get another good review of Murder in the Garden District, by none other than gavinatlas. I could post the link, and probably will at some point, but right now am too tired to bother. Thanks, Gavin!

Aunt Julie is also quite pleased with the book-in-progress as well. I think Scotty readers are going to be rather pleased with it, with all due modesty.

Okay, that's it. Time for this Gregalicious to go chill in his easy chair.