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I'm smart smart smart. I skipped my last class of the day to come home and try to finish my Breads notebook... (over 200 pages) which I really have been working on for the past three hours. And what did that get me? I think my brain is leaking out my ears. I need nappy. But I also really need to finish this... and be at work by 6. I saw Kris yesterday - when I said hi, he asked if I was okay; that he'd never really seen dark bags under my eyes. I have to admit, I've slept less this week than... even my worst days in high school. Staying up really late every night and being up by a quarter to five everday. Ugh. Tomorrow is the last day of my bread station at least. I've kinda dug it, but I'm excited for french pastries. That'll be a whole lot more fun. The Chef there is Chef Berger - (Ber-je, oh so french). He doesn't know my name just yet because I haven't had him so far... so he just calls me "Vashon Island" since I'm always 5 minutes late to lab at 6:30 am because the 6 am boat takes 15 minutes and the drive to school makes me late. Today my friend Monica gave me a two dexatrim's to help wake me up a little bit. She only takes them in the morning or times of high stress - not because it's supposed to make you skinny, but because it's seriously like legal speed. When I came in today I felt like throwing up I was so tired... and after popping a couple of those I was totally active and jolly. A little unsettled when my heart was beating hard when I wasn't doing much.. so I don't know if I'll go for that again. Just need to remember to sleep more. If God wanted us to be productive and work-loving people, why did he make sleeping feel so good? I wish I could get my normal 2 hour nap every night and still feel totally refreshed... *sigh*
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