I'm sitting here with eyes that feel like #10 grit sandpaper.
I thought it might be interesting to type a blog entry after a solid week of sleep deprivation capped off with only four hours of sleep last night.
I'm blinking continually and my head sways from side to side like a rocking boat bobbing in the water.
I think I need to go back to bed.
But it's broad flippin' daylight out there! And I have like, STUFF to put away, and really important phone calls to make, like to my JOB, to explain why I was not at the required CPR class that was given YESTERDAY that they only gave 2 days notice for, that I wasn't home to like check the mail for and make excuses why I wasn't going to like make it, because I was on the road with my relatives getting lost along Intersate 5. ( We were having more than a few off ramp malfunctions for some reason.)
Anyway, I can see that sleep deprived writers are not good writers, so I will stop writing. Now. Or pretty soon. . .
Going to bed at 8:28 AM is just so wrong on so many levels.
But I think I might be a danger to myself and others if I don't get some sleep.
P.S. I got caught up reading everyone's entries, but made precious few comments. I'll start fresh this afternoon, I promise.