must…not…fall…asleep…

i’m sitting here at work having that old-school problem of wanting to doze off. this has never happened at work before, only in stupid economics classes. of course, there’s a perfectly good reason for it today: i only slept for about three hours last night, and unsoundly at that. thanks to never exactly making it home last night. ooo, scandal.

i mean, yesterday was just a big day all around. i started my real honest-to-goodness full-time year-round type job yesterday. 9 to 7 with an in-n-out lunch trip and a lot of congratulations and good-to-have-you’s from people around the office, which were all very encouraging. i think things are going to work out splendidly assuming i can make things work financially, which is only a matter of being smart, i think. but i feel really good about where i am and where it looks like it’s going to take me.

then there was the call that never came where i hoped to make evening plans, but then ended up coming, just later than i anticipated. this led to a trip out for some drinks which led to me returning home at 7:45 this morning — the time my alarm usually goes off — just in time to shower and go to work. and sure, despite the fact that more certainly could have been, i was sure ecstatic about what finally was. so staying up past 3am knowing full well i’d have to drive back to my house around 7, and now feeling like i can’t possibly stay awake until i will be getting off work tonight, are both well worth the momentous effort it’s taking not to pass out at my desk. because life isn’t about being productive every hour of every work day; it’s about seizing opportunities for victory and cherishing them while they last.

as soon as i rest up i’m gonna feel like a million buckszzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz…

[now hearing this: people talking about me.]