Miss No Booty

It's 3:03 pm. I've had 3.5 hours sleep in the last 33 hours. Whoa spooky...that's a lot of 3's! I didn't really even get to go to bed last night really, it was more like a nap. The husband's car is in the shop so I had to take him to work at the ungodly hour of 5am. It was frickin dark (I wore sunglasses anyway - cuz I'm Corey Hart). Driving woke me up too much to fall back asleep, so I stayed up. I could have come to work hella early and already been outta here, but I just screwed around the house instead and came in at 10. I think it was about 10:02 when I realized how tired I really was, and started looking around the office (to no avail) for toothpicks to prop up the ol' eyelids with. So of course "Murphy" shows up if ya know what I mean. I had to review our Profit and Loss statements for errors before the final printing. Teeny, tiny, black numerals over and over and over. Pretty much the most tedious eye-straining activity one can do for 4 hours solid before going numb. Then random sleep-deprived thoughts started popping up in my head. I want a table saw for Christmas. Chase's room smells. That man at the bank yesterday complimented my camo-skirt. I still want to touch that snake we saw at the Havasu house. What happened to Balki & Cha Cha? Hrmph. Well, despite my low battery - I predict I still won't go to bed earlier than 1am. At that point I'll have had 3.5 hrs sleep in the last 43 hours. Freak.