Friday I had day job stuff to do that kept me up and working until 2:00 a.m. Oh dear. These things happen, but I learned some time ago that I don’t do sleep deprivation well. My tale of woe gets worse. Not only was I up until 2:00 in the morning, I had to get up at 5:30 a.m. in order to finish up in time to leave for my pre-paid for meeting in Berkeley.
It gets worse.
Weather worse. Last night about midnight, there was thunder and lightening like we here in Northern CA never see. Like ever. People who live where there’s real weather are probably shrugging and saying, so what? But it was freaky and we turned off all the computers except my work laptop which I was willing to let fry in service of the company that employs me.
So, when I went to bed at 2:00 a.m., the storm continued. And while I can say it was lovely to see, it was also annoying to be awakened by flashes of light so bright it was like someone turned on the light in my room and then deafened by, dare I say it (why, yes, I do!) THUNDEROUS long rolling claps of, uh, thunder. and this continued until 4:30 or so.
My alarm went off at 5:25 a.m. and I showered and got to work and for a while I was thinking I might be able to sleep for another couple of hours but the network crapped out in the middle of my file transfer and I had to use another process that added two steps and an hour to my file transfer and it turned out I finished barely in time. Ick. Really.
I was also freakishly awake. This, I knew, could not last. But I rode the wave.
Fortunately, I was carpooling (navigator’s position) to the meeting which meant I could go because, let me tell you, I had no intention of driving by myself in my condition.
The Story gets really good now because There are Doughnuts involved
We got to the meeting with yours truly having already experienced unfortunate sleep-deprivation induced frankness of opinion. I loaded up on four donuts (one plain old fashioned, and three small sugary things) and three cups of tea and got to listen to FBI Agent George Fong talk about his FBI experiences. There was some GREAT stuff there and right now I can only recall his badge (gold and shiny) and gun (holstered, black, scary). I can feel the information paddling around in my brain but I can’t get to it to categorize or analyze it. Hopefully by tomorrow the information will have landed in an accessible part of my brain.
Also got to talk writing. I think. I don’t recall.
I stayed for lunch after, got hit by the sugar crash (no more do-nuts and I could only afford 5$ worth of food…) and when I got home passed out cold for 2 hours.
I’m not sure if I should write today or not. On the one hand, I can’t afford to get behind and on the very same hand, I can’t afford to write crap or accidentally delete stuff that isn’t crap.
But, I ask myself (and you) what are the odds of me writing something brilliant? It could happen.
