Did I really just arrive?

It's one of those nights where I know that it is just going to be too long. (Not the least sign of which is that I just attempted to write "wrong" instead of long.)

I've been here for an hour now, but it feels like I've been here forever. It's just not a good sign. I've got about half a million things that I need to accomplish tomorrow, too, so I doubt that the day will be any better. Being tired isn't even making me loopy-giddy tonight, which is what it usually does. Rather I'm kind of lazy and cranky.

One of my favorite co-workers and I sometimes have a pretty odd time on nightshift. Observe her Facebook status and our comments of the previous night while at work:

Ashley's status: Gone to [her hometown]!

Me: Odd, I'm sure that I can see you sitting at the desk here right now. I can't believe that you've already been gone for an hour! I must be tired!

Ashley: oh crap!!! Damn...I must be tired, I just looked over at you and thought you were a deer on the highway...
it's been a long night... Good Luck to me driving home in about twenty minutes!!!

Me: The figment of my mind Ashley's updating on Facebook now... Ugh... I think my whole view of the universe has been overturned... Things in my mind shouldn't be able to do status updates. Wait! Could all of Facebook be just in my head? *crawls under a rock and hides*
Good luck driving home in about twenty minutes figment of my mind Ashley (and already on the road real Ashley.)

Ashley: hahaha meow meow booo booo heheheheheeeeeeeeeeee meow meow!

Me: *starts to rock back and forth obsessively*

After this we had a discussion on how everyone probably thinks we're mad. Really though, it's just being very tired with a lot of caffiene and some sugar too!

I doubt I'll be that way tonight, though we'll never know.

It's been a while since I've blogged, because I've been oddly well slept the last couple of weeks, mostly due to the fact that I scheduled myself better for the next three months. (We self schedule at my job.) However, it just so turns out that I am already tired and I've got twelve hours to go, which means that my drug of choice is back in business. I've got another sixteen tomorrow night, so no doubt there will be some odd sort of posts going up while I try to force my uncooperative brain to remain awake.

Why?

Why indeed?

I often work night shifts. Sometimes I get loopy and talkative. Sometimes I come up with interesting ideas... Sleep deprivation does funny things to my mind, and it's cheaper than any drug. In fact, I get paid to do it.

Ironically, I'm so tired right now that my head feels numb and I don't have much to say. But I will, and now this blog will be ready when I do...

Good whatever time it is.