Sometimes I wonder what the hell I was thinking when I post stuff to my blog. I’m not talking about the stuff that most sane people would wonder about, I’m talking about when I can’t even figure out what the heck I was trying to get across. Like when I’m so tired that the sentences don’t appear to be in English. I suppose it could be because I’m distracted, like watching TV instead of paying attention to sentence structure.

Today was a banner day where I had meetings scheduled during all the hours that our remaining and distant cafeteria was open. I blew off two more meetings to go home and get something to eat. Eating that close to going to the gym was a bad idea, too. I’ve noticed that leaning hunched over like in a bear crawl or doing renegade rows makes me feel a little pukey. As long as they don’t combine the two, I should be OK.

Even worse, I didn’t sleep all that well last night. I wonder if it’s because of my elbow injury and possibly rolling onto it in the middle of the night and having that disturb my sleep. That’s my current theory. I’ve been dragging in the mornings, and usually Mondays I’m not so bad off.

Well, it is the holidays, the time for seasonal depression. I’m sure that affects sleep patterns as well, and cutting down trees isn’t exactly relaxing. If only I could find some nice hot springs like they have in Japan. Maybe I should just go back to Japan. If only I had that kind of vacation time.