Dude, I'm beat, yo.

  

No, I haven't transformed into some sort of gangster/hippie hybrid overnight, but 'd' to the 'a•m•n' am I tired.

Too tired, in fact, to make coffee this morning, and since we're out of K-cups, I had tea. And tea is no substitute for coffee. Don't believe me? Why don't you go back and re-read that first sentence. Believe me now? Just be thankful I'm not to the point where I'm deliriously rolling around on the floor laughing like a maniacal crazy person. It's been known to happen, is all I'm saying.

This clock has no relevance to this post. I just thought it was cool.

So you might be wondering why the frick-frack I'm so tired (and when did I start becoming the type of person to replace all my curse words?)? Well, you got me (on both counts). It's not like I'm doing anything all day. However, if I have to blame something, I'm inclined to blame the following:

1. Medication. I'm on it. You don't need to know the details. Moving on.
2. Tension. The tension in the world of OBG is at extreme levels right now. What with job searching, apartment searching, money woes and so on and so on. I believe mental exhaustion can be more debilitating than physical exhaustion.
3. Laziness. I'm pretty sure I read studies about this sort of thing. The less active you are, the more tired you are. Or something like that. The only part of me getting any exercise lately are my fingers. I'm having a hard time convincing myself that it's okay to step away from the computer and the grind of job searching. 
4. Xbox and Dexter. Two things that have consumed my evenings of late. And when it's bedtime, these two get together in my dreams for nocturnal parties that drain the life out of me.
5. My Sleep Schedule. It's all out of whack. As I've discussed before, I'm a night person, and I have a tendency to be an insomniac. It is physically impossible for me to fall asleep before eleven pm, and often times, one am. And while I can be quite functional on a mere six hours of sleep, it is cruel and unusual punishment for me to be rudely awakened by bells and whistles and fog horns and alarms before seven am. Especially when I have a tendency to wake up during the night every few hours. *Sigh* I am so not built for the real world. 

So yeah, I'm tired. But I also have shit to do today, so while I'd really like to go take a quick power nap, I might actually go fold some laundry. Or something like that. And yeah, this post really has no point, but whatev'. I'm too tired to think. Get over it.

These two do not play well in sleepy time dreamland.

Oh, and I think this weekend is going to be relatively tame (thank God), but I did hear rumors of bowling tomorrow night, so that'll be cool. What are your weekend plans? Hope they're good ones (but if they're not, that's okay too).

Happy Sunday Morning!

      

Five quick things because it's gorgeous outside and who wants to spend the day on the computer? Not this sunshine-starved girl!

1. It is impossible to sleep-in if you neglect to turn off your alarm clock... again. This is a lesson I should have learned already, since it happens EVERY WEEKEND, but alas. I have not (of course, I also should have learned by now that I am no longer 23 and can no longer party like a rock star without some SERIOUS consequences and suffering the following morning. But that's a tale for another day)

2. I woke up this morning feeling super creative. Maybe it's the sunshine, or maybe it's because when my eyes opened, they saw this...

 

(don't ask). 

Here's a close-up...

Isn't that just the coolest? 

(I am, of course, referring to the pattern shining through the beer bottles, not the beer bottles themselves)

This has inspired me to attempt to etch beer bottles! Ambitious, I know, but I am determined. Two Christmases ago I bought some glass etching cream to make personalized gifts for my fam and haven't used it since. Hopefully it's still good. Now if only I can find my stencils (this could prove to be a huge challenge since I have moved four times since that creative Christmas and most of my life is packed up in storage about 6 hours away).

3. Apparently I like to take pictures of myself... a lot! I don't know why this is, but every time I upload pics from my camera onto my laptop, there are, inevitably, at least 400* pics of myself. Maybe I'm in love with myself, or maybe I'm just hoping that, this time, this time, I'm going to look in a picture like I do in my head (did you follow me on that one). I'm guessing my photo obsession has more to do with the last one and I'm guessing that this ambition has yet to be accomplished. Here, enjoy my latest...

(cheesy fake smile and all!)

4. I just discovered a packet of blue Crayola® Model Magic™ and a gold leafing kit under my bed. I'm feeling inspired all over again...

5. I have plans later today that do not involve writing my thesis. I am anticipating that these plans will be canceled. Blame it on my sunny optimism, but I would say there's a 90% chance of this happening. As a result, you can probably expect a new, bitter rant over at The Bitter Blonde later on this evening. 

That is all! Enjoy this glorious Spring-like day!

* this is an exaggeration, sort of. I usually only find about 3-4 pics on my camera, but since I have an entire folder on my desktop dedicated to these types of pics, I'd say it would be fair to assume that I have a problem.