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.: 1.07.2009 

My Kingdom for a Sleep

I was pretty worried about transitioning back to work after 14 days or so of vacation and sleeping in my wacky sleep pattern (~3a to ~11a), but things went well.

Until I needed to finish the AC. Because, you know, I haven't had 14 days or so of vacation in which to finish it. *facepalm*

So I was up all night working. Well, to be honest, I accidentally crashed for about 90 minutes there at the end. Poor Hubby. He practically had to scrape me out of bed. I brushed my hair by raking my fingers through it. I honestly canNOT remember if I brushed my teeth. (I did get a mint at work once I realized I couldn't remember if I brushed my teeth.)

When I got into work there was a flurry of activity that helped me focus and stay alert. It's lightened now and things are starting to get hazy. Hence the blogging.

Whee?

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