I woke up at 3:30 this morning, and I couldn't get back to sleep; all I could think about is work, and everything left to do.
I've found I have to check my work email after I get home and before I go into work, just to keep up on things -- am I turning into a manager after all?
I haven't had time to move into the more spacious cube that has my name on it -- too much to do!
And I pretty much slept the entire weekend, so I feel guilty for not getting any cleaning done, or anything that would remotely pass as something resembling productivity. I just didn't have the energy. It's probably my body trying to recoup from the stress of the week.
I did, however, manage to get up the energy to go to my best-friend-from-high-school's-daughter's 1 year birthday party, which was a hoot, in a low key sort of way. I saw people I hadn't seen in a literal decade, including said BFFHS's 3 year older brother, S. We caught up; he's changed in some ways, in some ways he's the same.
He was proud of the two way pager he had gotten, and even more excited when I showed him my matching model that work leashes me with. Which reminds me, I owe him a page.
He's still into sports, and is a certified world traveler now -- nothing I would have expected at all from the person I knew 10 years ago.
Raven (zen_raven) asked me about him, and the first thing that popped into my mind was "He's short." And really, that was the first thing I thought of when I saw him, that he was short -- taller than me, but only by a couple inches. Perhaps I'd just forgotten, or my memories of 10 years ago had added a few inches because he was The Older Brother (I didn't have one) -- and we always looked up to him. Maybe I just remembered that as literally.
Now, don't take me wrong, I have nothing against men that are 5'8" or so. I'm not that shallow, although I think we all have to admit we're somewhat biased by how someone looks. But I think I really do base a lot more on personality than looks, overall.
But it's be cool to renew the friendship -- I don't have enough friends who knew me way back when, and I've always thought S was cool.
On a slightly-related-but-not-really note: I must have Hardy's kids. Oh, yes, he will be mine.
But more urgently, I need to sleep.