Tuesday

Wake up @5am, 1 hour before my alarm has to ring, to a record-breaking 6 hour sleep of the last days. Awesome to have a fucked up sleep schedule, hu?

I'm actually starting to think this set-my-sleep-schedule-straight might work...

Day was actually pretty good, sleepwalking-wise. I felt full of energy and there's only a few signs of the last day intestinal problems.

Then again, boring-wise, work was a fuckload. Fuckers scheduled the Auditorium that is my responsibility the whole day, and that meant I couldn't leave it. Then they only showed up @15h when I went to lunch, so, 8-15h was a cutesy routine of sitting for 5mins until I got sleepy, then walk around (mostly in circles) for 30mins.

At least I had a load of time to think about my books, even if I have no time at all to write in the near future.

Every now and again my boring-overextended-stories buddy, and my crush-smart-gorgeous-smile buddy would come to say hi and feel sorry for me. Boring buddy always stuck around way too much time, defying my will to stay awake, and crush buddy always stuck around lesser time than wished.

This girl is actually getting to the annoying phase where I just rather she stops passing-by and smiling at me, because with all that free time, my sleep-deprived brain starts inquiring maybe she's into me, and worse than that, that I could do/say/ask stuff to figure it out.

But I ramble...

And thankfully, I really know how this story ends.

So... After my 30min lunch+coffee break, it wasn't that bad, I was assigned to help with some room-rearranging for a meeting that didn't even happened, but at least there were other people to talk and I was active/entertained until 6pm.

Before going home I had to stop at the mall to buy 2 more shirts because there's no way I can wear the same one tomorrow, and I wanted to buy a learn Spanish pocket book at FNAC, but the C&A had some issues with card-payments, so, with the trouble of going to the ATM I forgot all about the fucking book.

Car ride home through rush hour traffic went without sleep issues.

Tomorrow my Auditorium isn't scheduled to have anything, so I'll probably be rotating and helping out with my buddies positions. Less boring, I'm guessing.

Then again, knowing how those folks in particular treat scheduling, I wouldn't be surprised if I got there tomorrow and it's fully scheduled again.

I'm off to sleep, I hope I can get those sweet 7hours today.

P.S. I really hate this challenge. Talking about my day at work is almost as boring as the fucking work itself, but I can still see the benefits, and... Well... If this was easy, it wouldn't be a challenge, now, would it?

P.S.2. Fuck. My. Life. Is the mood I'm writing this post on. Hopefully Saturday will arrive. I'll be counting the minutes...

P.S.3. I think the shirts I bought are 1 size too big, but I just don't give a fuck. Seriously.