One of Those Nights
I didn't sleep last night. Not a freaking wink. I don't know what was wrong with me; it was like I became hyper-sensitive to every sound in the world. There was this deep rumbling bass sound that faded in and out coming from somewhere that I could not find (and getting out of bed meant rushing into the frigid air from underneath the snug embrace of the electric rug that I use as a blanket.) It was infuriating. I was tired as hell, but my mind would not filter out the ambient noises. I got so frustrated that I did that screaming-into-the-pillow thing. It didn't help that I kept tossing and turning and so had to readjust my very intricate blanket system every five seconds.
The last time I looked at the clock before I finally fell asleep it was around 5:55 and my alarm woke me up at 6:30. So, yeah, that's just a little over half and hour of sleep.
I can't work on half an hour of sleep. If I'd gotten two hours, I could've done it, but not half an hour. I'd never make it.
So, yeah, calling in today. If they make me take a vacation day for it, so be it. I simply cannot function today. I need to get back to bed.
Dear God I hate calling in sick. It's so awkward.
The last time I looked at the clock before I finally fell asleep it was around 5:55 and my alarm woke me up at 6:30. So, yeah, that's just a little over half and hour of sleep.
I can't work on half an hour of sleep. If I'd gotten two hours, I could've done it, but not half an hour. I'd never make it.
So, yeah, calling in today. If they make me take a vacation day for it, so be it. I simply cannot function today. I need to get back to bed.
Dear God I hate calling in sick. It's so awkward.