See the post title? Consider yourself warned.
You guys, I am so tired. Things have been
pretty busy insane at work lately, and Monday was no exception. I didn’t make it home from work until 4:30 a.m. Tuesday morning, and I needed to be at Penn Station in time for an 8:00 a.m. train to a hearing. My alarm went off at 6:00 a.m. so that I could shower, gather my things, and get myself to the train, so that meant I got a little less than 90 minutes of fitful sleep.
My original plan had been to get up early to vote before I left for the hearing, but I realized that wasn’t in the cards around 2:15 a.m. when I found myself locked out of my office by the cleaning staff with mountains of work left to do. Instead, I left work shortly after 5:00 p.m. so that I could get to my polling place before things got too crazy.
I might have made it had the MTA not been conspiring against me. Subway service is still recovering post-Sandy, and, to make matters worse, there had been an “earlier incident” on my line.1 I decided to take the a different train instead, which shouldn’t have been a problem, but, once this train had crossed the bridge to Brooklyn, it kept stopping and ended up taking 45 minutes to go a distance that usually takes no more than 3 or 4.
And then I stood in line at my polling place (currently doubling as an evacuation center) for 2 hours.
Upon finally arriving home, I wanted to go immediately to bed and sleep for 3 days, but I also wanted to stay up and watch the returns, and, because I am horrible at taking care of myself, that’s exactly what I did.
And today was another chaotic (but thankfully nowhere near as long) day. And so I am tired. Oh, and have I mentioned we are having some sort of freaky Nor’easter?
Yeah. That looks like lovely snow, but it’s actually snow accompanied by sideways-blowing wintry mix. The kind that hurts when it hits you in the face.
1 What does that mean? It’s so ambiguous!