Warning: this is storytelling at its worst

If I weren't so sleepy, I hope I could have made this post sort of funny. Alas, I'm so tired you are getting bare bones. Sorry. I will try to be awake funny peppy here tomorrow.

This sort of stuff is supposed to happen on Monday, not Tuesdays. I am still not getting enough sleep and this morning it all caved in on me.

That’s a bit dramatic. Nothing caved in on me and I didn’t fall down the steps (I do that when I am tired), but I did get out of bed feeling a bit cranky. When I am very tired, I get dizzy and I stagger drunkenly. So this morning being no different, I bumped my way down the hallway, stood in the bathroom unsure of what to do (I had been up twice already so I didn’t have the usual routine), I fed the cats and bumped into several things: stair railing, countertop, dryer door.

I didn’t step in the cat sick that was on the throw rug at the front door; that's a good thing. I ran up and down the steps doing this and that, never making one good trip at it, always forgetting something. I was robbed –nay, snuffed- in Mafia Wars right in front of my nose. I can’t seem to get a bad blog post together to save myself and so finally at about 7:30 a.m. (work starts at 8:00) I gave up and got into a warm bath.

That was a mistake. I got warm and drowsy. Then I noticed the cheap conditioner I’ve been using for months to shave my legs:
Right. Read it.
The conditioner is shampoo. Nice. At least it isn’t Crisco. Although my legs would be really soft…