| Thursday, September 14, 2006 |
| Worst feeling in the world |
Thanks to a faculty meeting that got started late and ended even later, I didn't get home from work until 10:30 PM last night. I love me some 15 hour days....
Anyway, I came home, fed the monsters, and literally fell into bed. Around 1:30 AM the rain started coming down, and I got up to close the bedroom window. For some reason, I remember looking at the clock, hearing the wind and rain, and all of a sudden, despite the stupor, I had this overwhelmingly certain feeling of relief and happiness associated with the fact that I was going to be able to sleep in this morning because it was Saturday. I was totally dead certain about it when I crawled back into the warm bed and snuggled down with the rain pounding the windows. The comfort that came with knowing I had no reason to get up first the morning was just lovely.
So imagine my horror when the alarm went off at 5:30 AM, and I groggily become aware that not only is today NOT Saturday, but it's ONLY Thursday, and I have to be at Grand Rounds by 7:00 AM. I wanted to cry.
I HATE that feeling. |
posted by Broadsheet @ 3:19 PM   |
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Yeah, I hate that feeling also. Nothing like being able to turn over and going back to sleep knowing you are off.
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I once, in high school, shot out of bed in a torrent of anxiety, convinced I was very late. It was dark, but it was winter, and I left for school just as the sun was coming up anyway.
I ran to the bathroom, on the way thought it funny that my parents' bedroom light was not on (my dad got up for work before me), took a hysterical shower, then ran back to my room, with dripping wet hair.
Looked at the clock. 3:47am.
Funny how I didn't look at it BEFORE the shower.
Hope you get a nice big nap soon.
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I share your pain. But here's a thing how is it that weekdays a ooze out of bed as unwillingly as can be at 7am whereas on weekends I spring up at 8 trilling like a lark and with a big grin on my face?
actually I think thta was in the nature of a rhetorical question.
C
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dd: tomorrow!
zen: I did that not too long ago. Ended up getting dressed and coming in to work at 5:00 AM.
Campbell: indeed. I'm sure I'll be up before 8:00 tomorrow.
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I come here by way of Malnurted Snay.
Fabulous quote by Cyril Connolly. As a yet-to-be-published writer, I'm keeping that one close to me.
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Maybe, soon...I will be feeling that as the worst feeling in the world. I sure hope so.
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Yeah, I hate that feeling also. Nothing like being able to turn over and going back to sleep knowing you are off.