I slept about 3 hours in interrupted intervals. My head is fuzzy and I want to curl in a ball and sleep until my body wakes me up from sleeping too much. What a nice little fantasy! Then, why am I here in front of this freaking computer instead of dozing off while the baby sleeps?
I’m addicted. I have to DO. Do the dishes, do the budget, fix a website, pay the bills… I wonder what is the price I’ll pay. More gray hairs, a bunch of less neurons, one more word disappearing from my vocabulary, a nice debilitating migraine? The pathetic part is that I sit here trying to remember what I need to do and I am at a blank. After one of my clients missed an appointment, I made it to the second one of the day and then spent some time playing with code to see if I can keep teaching myself to be a bit of a better programmer, even though I (as a good designer should) have fought that urge for a long time. Apparently my geek side is coming out with older age and the ability to spend hours in circles trying to create good working code is somehow sexy to me now. Those who know me well would be confused. “Yikes, she had kids and now she is programming too! Who is this girl?”.
The landlord’s guys are installing the second screen door now (drill, drill). I guess the pillow will have to wait. Hello Vanilla Coke.