It’s now Tuesday morning and I should be asleep. So much for planning.

I had a Monday. Work was work all day long and I even had a 6:30PM conference call that stretched to 8PM with customers in a foreign country who didn’t appear to speak English. Just before the call I was told that I needed to go over to my sister’s house and email some files to her boss because she forgot to do it or because someone changed a deadline.

I finally made it to Matty G’s birthday party two hours late. I’m not sure who thought it would be a good idea to go to a 26th birthday party on a school night, but about 11PM I heard, “Just have one more drink!” as I headed out the door. It’s a good thing I did, and it’s already way too late for me. Another night with 5 hours of sleep. I’m afraid I can’t survive this sort of nonsense.