Jetlag

I’m out of town at a conference for work and MY GOD I’m tired. So tired. So very, very tired. Instead of being smart and going to bed early in my clean, expensive hotel room, I stayed out waaaay too late. And now I’m sitting in a meeting about to die. Just die. But I have to pretend I’m not because everyone else is waaaay tired too, but they look like they’re fresh from a weekend at the spa. How do they do that? I look like I was just hit by a mack truck!

And in a few hours I have to go get my daughter and baby from the airport, so, really, my opportunity for sleep has passed.

Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. And so very, very tired.