Thomas Fletcher (fletch31526) wrote,
Thomas Fletcher

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The hijack of your friends page continues...

I've had the tendacy to stay awake until, oh, 4 a.m. for many of my nights over the last few weeks. This resulted in me sleeping for a full 8 or 9 hours on days when I didn't have to work (and me wasting those days in bed)... And in me having only a couple of hours of sleep on days that I had to work. I figured that the cycle had to be broken somehow.

I saw the clock about 4 a.m. this morning and figured that I'd just stay up the rest of the night. I was sleepy as all hell, but had no desire to climb into bed. Yesterday, I slept in until almost 2 p.m. Yet, in the wee hours of this morning, I felt as though I would miss out on something if I slept. So I browsed strange Web sites and loaded my mind with more useless information. (Did you know that the Boy Scouts re-introduced the Wolverine as a patrol patch in 1991?) Then, I decided to clear my mind and work my body a bit. It's crazy how much better you feel after a brisk 30-minute power walk in the autumn air. Or perhaps you just feel crazy...

I came in and gave Alex a call. She's in Houston for business meetings and I knew she had to be somewhere by 7 a.m. and would be awake. I apologized for being a deepweed and although she sounded much more sleepy with about four hours sleep than I did with none, she sounded more accepting of my sorrow. Of course, she asked if we couldn't call me a dipstick instead as she knew what that was. I figured that a deepweed sounded like something I didn't want to be, yet was still something most folks couldn't figure out. That's appropriately Fletch.
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