So Fucking Tired

My last opportunity to take a nap was, oh, Friday afternoon, and that was shortened because I got back from the consignment store late and had to get to work second shift.  Saturday I pulled a half-day at work, went to St. Paul to try and pick up a suit (which I didn't, but I wound up buying a second one), then went to the United Match, left after a lightning delay, then had ******a come over and massage me.  Sunday I spent watching three college baseball Games, and I wouldn't trade that day for the world.  And yesterday/Monday I went to work, went straight to the library to print out some stuff and try to supercharge my way through my e-mail and Facebook feeds (maybe I'll blog post on that some other time), then I ate, then called my folks because I missed talking to them (!!!), then I exercised, then I went to buy a salad, then I went home to shovel the rest of the driveway, then I ate while watching TV, then I showered, then I am doing this.

Oh, tonight I won't have any rest because I'll be talking to my therapist, then going to the Wild Game -- which, by the way, I'm regretting because they're playing like horseshit right now but I bought a ticket to the Game when they were actually playing decent.  Tomorrow/Wednesday I may or may not have time to rest because I plan on seeing my All-Time Favorite at My Favorite Stripclub (cover version), then have ******a massage me even harder.  Thursday and Friday my work shifts down a couple hours because I'm working The Fourth Department, which means I'll be trying to unwind from my stressful shift at a bar both nights.  (That might be complicated by a NCAA women's hockey tournament Game I want to see at Ridder Arena that evening.)  Saturday's a big day; I need to do this volunteer project I'm organizing, and I have a massage planned (a legit one) that evening, and I might fit in another NCAA women's hockey tournament Game -- this one featuring the Golden Gophers -- before coming home ... and then I'll have to ... uh, deal with my stuff.

Anyways, Saturday evening might, might be the first time I can nap.  Otherwise, I can sleep in Sunday morning.  So, why am I up right now, giving myself only four hours of sleep for work?  Beats me.