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Thursday, March 25, 2004

Ok...things didn't exactly go well. I didn't sleep at all last night. Well, I did for about a half-hour and during that time I had a nightmare. Joy. So come 7am, I'd been up all night, tossing and turning and simply unable to sleep. So I called the guy and apologized and said something came up for today and that I'd be in there for him tomorrow. Thursday was our "tentative" day anyway and besides, it's only part-time temp. So I shouldn't feel too bad, right? Bah.

I managed to go back to sleep and sleep on-and-off for a few hours before finally getting up. I feel like shit. Between the not sleeping all night, then the some sleep but not a whole night's sleep thing, I've just got a killer stuffy head headache feeling. Ugh. The good news is tomorrow is Friday so I can wear some jeans into the office and not have to worry too much about it. Always a good way to start - being comfy. Though for as long as it took me to fall asleep this morning, I was thinking I should have just gone in. It's only four hours. I was just worried about the very good odds of having gotten a migraine from the lack of sleep, florescent light stress and nervous jitters all rolled into one. I'm much less able to get past the initial stages without it going full-blown when I'm tired and/or stressed.

Of course, I made the mistake of feeding Mika this morning when I got up and called in. I wanted her to leave me alone as I tried to sleep this morning. Now she thinks it's time for food again and is mrrrow'ing at me non-stop, tripping me up and generally annoying the crap out of me. She only gets fed twice a day. Morning and evening. Just happens that this morning was earlier then normal, doesn't mean she gets a third feeding. (and of course, she's not content with the fact I put some more dry kibble in her bowl. Oh no, she wants the good stuff - the moist food.) *sighs*

There's day one. Didn't go at all according to plan or well in the slightest, eh? Here's hoping day two turns out significantly better.

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