Sucky, Not So Sucky Day

The frickin' banging began at 5:30 this morning.

5:30

5 fucking 30

I don't see that time in the morning unless I haven't been to bed yet. Or I have a plane to catch to somewhere sunny. You know, real reasons to be awake at that time. Okay, I would consider getting up at that time for money, but we're talking lots of money. Pick a figure that has million added to it and I'll think about it.

My inability to function properly without a reasonable amount of good sleep is one of the things that tells me parenthood is not my calling in life. I make bears with sore heads run away crying. Then their parents come along to complain, and I make them run too. A dear friend once said she imagined even Medusa would have to consider things before she was willing to take me on when I'm tired. Turning people to stone is for amateurs. I prefer columns of fire followed by piles of ash. As long as someone else is doing the cleaning. And who needs them to look at you ? Pffff. Being in the general vicinity works for me. Rumour has it the air around me feels hot when I'm really angry. For me really angry and over tired are pretty similar. I can do flames.

So that's the sucky part of my day. That and just being tired all the fucking time.

The not so sucky part of the day ? Well, I got my essay on the Cuban Missile Crisis back. It wasn't as bad as I thought. I got a B1. It's good but not as good as it should be. The lecturer seemed pleased with it and more than a little surprised that I wasn't over the moon. To me, it highlighted that I haven't been working even half as much as I should have been. I need to get back on my A streak. Although that's a little problematic when I'm so tired.