Dazed And Confuzzed

wow am i tired and worn out. it may have a little to do with the fact that i am still at work and it is almost 8pm (added to the fact that i woke up at 5:45am and lost count of the number of times i woke up during the night). perhaps it has to do with the taxes that i have been working on for the last few days. nah. it's that oh so ambitious spring upgrading mission i embarked upon on saturday. i must have been still riding on my runner's high (woke up at 6:30am to go running in the park - my first outside run since physio... woo-hoo!!!). i was in the city at 10am to watch a french film. yep, that was me on saturday morning - reading subtitles before i was even officially awake. then it was off to home improvement stores to pick up goodness only knows what kind of nonsense before i staggered home, dragging bags in my wake. up four flights of stairs and then out the door again to go to staples for stationary. i don't know what i needed the stationary for but i went out and got some anyway. staggered home carry boxes and dumped them right inside the front door. and now? now i am like half-way through an completely unthoughtout project and completely clueless about the next step forward. i cut my foot, hurt my back and inhaled all manner of, i'm sure, toxic dust. runner's high? gone now and replaced by very sobering reality check.

this is what i get for thinking i could do anything just because i put together two bookshelves.