Today is bleh.  Not terrible, just bleh.

Got not nearly enough sleep for me.  Stayed up late raiding in Warcraft and woke up at 2 a.m. with a low blood sugar.  Then I stuffed my face.  Went back to bed around 3 but the guilt kept me up for another half hour easily.  That and DH's elbows.  Sometimes when he sleeps, he still knows I'm there and he'll cuddle up, and it's sooo sweet.  And then sometimes I just get elbows.  Bah.

DH comes in at 7:30 after his shower and says good morning.  I grunt.  He asks did I sleep well.  Grunt.  Oh, he says, you didn't get enough sleep?  How come?  Grunt.  But it's Friday, he says!  Grunt, flail at covers.  Roll to side of bed.  Achieve verticality (first major success of the day!).  Put on glasses.  Grunt.

Screw Friday.  It's not Friday until I get chocolate.

And why is it that the nights I get the least sleep always happen right before the days I have the most to get done? 

I HATE not getting enough sleep; it's my arch nemesis.  Because if I haven't gotten enough sleep, even if I'm not tired enough to really feel it, everything sucks.  I just want to stuff my face all day long (to keep myself from realizing that I'm tired, probably).  I move slower and I can't motivate myself to anything, which means I feel awful and guilty at end of the day.  Basically 9 times out of 10 when I feel like I've had a rotten day, there was a bad night of sleep that set the whole thing in motion.

DH says this morning, "Well just don't do anything then!"  I said, "but, we won't have food for tomorrow, or laundry, or..."  He says no biggie.  He's a big sweetie, trying to let me off the hook like that.  And it does help, knowing that he knows how I feel today and he won't mind if nothing gets done around here.  But *I* will mind.

I went to the computer and plugged in my little "snack" from last night.  1000 calories!!  Oh my god, I want to crawl under a rock and die.  And I did this on a Friday, of all days.  We'll be eating fast food tonight.  Even if I eat exactly nothing between now and dinner (which isn't really an option), I'll be so far over my goal I don't even want to think about it.  I just want to crawl under a rock and die.  Don't even want to know what my blood sugar is (I did check it before breakfast but I'm trying to pretend that didn't happen!)

Ugh.  Just wait...I'll probably drop everything I touch today.  I don't know why this is, but NOTHING pisses me off more than dropping/knocking things over!  The more tired I am, the clumsier I get and also the less patience I have for anything.  It's like a perfect storm.  And it ends with me standing in the kitchen yelling "SHIIIIIIIIIT!"  Have you ever tried that, though?  It feels really good actually.

But on the bright side, I've had my tea now.  Things are already looking up.  I think I might just have it in me to do another workout tape which will probably put me in a better mood.  Either that or I will go find something else to grunt at.  That would work, too.