Yet another day… and not a Thanksgiving recap.  Yep… I’m the suckage.

For some reason I’ve found it very hard to sit down and write that one post this week.  Every morning, I wake up tired… even after my large French Vanilla Ice Coffee with it’s cream and four Splendas.  Every night, I’m exhausted… even on the days when I’m only working 10 hours instead of 12.  Physically, I’m generally only eating two meals a day and have been launching regular biological vapor attacks against Poppy… hehehehe…

There’s really no physical reason for it unless you want to consider possible Tryptophan poisoning.  I think it’s a mental thing.  The season… well… not my favorite and sleep is atypical for a clinical depressionist like myself.  It just seems really heavy right now.

Hopefully this weekend I can get caught up on some sleep, motivated, and finish that T-Day post.

And maybe give some cab rides.

And get some shopping done.

And eat some cereal.

Yeah… the sleep may have to wait.