That Burning Feeling (my eyes, sicko!)
I have a date tonight. Okay, technically not a date, but dinner with an old friend. Still, I get to socialize with someone outside of my immediate family, which is a unique experience for me these days. The life of a telecommuter is one of social isolation. I may have the remote wilderness location, but at least I am not turning into a Ted Kaczynski.
If I am lucky, I wil also get to go home tomorrow rather than Saturday. I don’t know that Friday evening before a major holiday weekend is going to be the best time to try to get an early flight out of Dulles. I imagine that everyone else in this town is going to be tying to flee as well.
So what am I doing up this early? My eyes keep falling shut, which is not a good sign. I need breakfast. And sleep. I definitely did not need to stay up to watch amy Sedaris on the Late Late Show. It was just too, er, late. Late late late I hate to masturbate in a cut-rate . . . okay, stop right ther. This lack of sleep is getting ridiculous. It’s a spinny, wobbly, not-quite-focused world and I need to stretch before I do this whole work thing. Bad me — no donut.
