I can't feel my face

You know when you're so tired that opening your eyes after blinking seems cruel? That's pretty close to where I am at the moment.

I didn't get a lot of sleep last night and the sleep I had was low quality. Plus, I was having vivid dreams with selected (and slightly altered) scenes from Gilmore Girls. Apparently Rory's first boyfriend, Dean, and his younger sister, were homeless but refused to eat a caesar salad when it was offered to them. I don't even eat caesar salad, so I'm not quite sure how that got in there.

Anyway, I find that when I'm this tired, even the simplest of tasks becomes really complicated.

For example, making coffee at the office this morning was impossible. Luckily, someone else stepped up (thank God) and managed to replace the dispenser, so now I have at least managed to pry my eyes open with the help of this magical beverage/drug called coffee.

I have also learned that when I'm tired, I get a severe case of Dropsy. Nothing stays in my hands. Already this morning, I've dropped my glove, my yogurt, my keys, my cell phone, my scarf, my shoe, and my socks and it's not even noon. When I'm this out of it, I try really hard not to let people hand me any crystal stemware or newborn babies.

I know that as the day progresses, tasks will continue to fall into one of two categories: really funny or 100% impossible. Anything involving directions with two or more steps will become pretty amusing and anything involving hand-eye coordination will be hopeless. God help us all if the two overlap.