Aah.. my massage yesterday was soooo good. Not as good as it could have been, since I ended up with my 2nd choice for massage therapists – but good nonetheless. I even actually slept all the way through the night – UNHEARD OF.
Except it messed me up a little in the morning when I woke up and realized “Shit – I didn’t have a mid-night moment. Everything is all wrong now!” The perpetually sleepless know which moment I’m talking about. That moment around 2 or 3 or 4am when you wake up and go “Goddammit not again,” followed immediately by an “Ok, if I can get back to sleep within an hour, I still have 2 or 3 or 4 hours left until I have to wake up for real.” We crazies get used to our moments. It’s hard to get used to waking up for the first time since going to sleep, and actually having to get up.
Unless you have flex time. Then you create your own moment, and re-set your alarm for an hour later. Which usually works, until some caring friend who knows what time you wake up phones to see if you’re actually out of bed. Though it helps if this friend is chatty, and you can lay in bed for another 30 minutes and gab before actually getting up. So yes, eventually I tossed the covers aside and got myself into work. An hour later than I had planned, but I’m here. And realizing I’m going to be here much later than I had initially planned on. I just can’t win.
