Tired.

[mrissa]

You know that stage of tired where you flop on the bed totally horizontal and then you think, no, there must be more to lying down than this, because this is still too upright, so possibly I am too tired to remember how to do it right? and then you start to think, oh, if I was Batman maybe everything would be okay? That's how tired I was last night. I was tired enough to call markgritter back into the bedroom to inquire of him what is half-elven, purple, and conquers Asia Minor*, and to remind him that bananas rarely eat moose. That is how tired.

This morning I am merely in the dangerous stage of tired wherein all sorts of things get done without my meaning them to. For example, I swept the kitchen floor, unloaded the dishwasher, and started a load of dark-colored clothes in the washer, because I was too tired to remember what I was doing downstairs. The proper answer would have been "getting a glass of juice the same way as I do every morning at this time and have every morning at this time for longer than we have lived in this house." I'm a little nervous about going down to get the tape so that I can wrap the rest of Robin's birthday present and so that I can rewrap the perishable part of pameladean's we've consumed twice because her birthday was in January, but hope springs eternal enough that I am wrapping this incarnation again, even though we may have to unwrap and eat it. I am beginning to think we should have gotten pameladean something much nicer for her birthday, from a purely selfish standpoint. Also I feel that pointing mournfully at the wrapped presents on the shelf above the give-it-back basket will be more eloquent than merely informing her that there is something to be wrapped as soon as she says the words, which words I believe are "wildflower garden." Anyway, I'm afraid that if I get up and go downstairs, I will forget why I'm there again, and only remember the tape once I've felled a tree in the backyard and gotten halfway through building a kayak of it. And by then there'll be nothing to do for it but to finish the kayak.

Also I had a nightmare in which I couldn't find cristalia, and she thought I'd found ksumnersmith and so wasn't worried, but she should have been, because I hadn't. There was more to it than that, but that's the part with lj names in it.

I'm going to brave the downstairs. Wish me luck. Wish me tape and a minimum of distractions.

You'd think I could go back to bed at this stage of tired, but you would be oh, so wrong.

*Elrondxander the Grape, naturally. Because when I am that tired, all jokes become one. Probably you can't eat a good purple half-elf conqueror of Asia Minor like that all at once.

Comments

[dichroic.livejournal.com]

Maybe you could take a note with you, saying "Wrap present and get juice. ONLY."

I know exactly what you mean about the stage where laying down is stll too upright. I don't tend to think about Batman or tell jokes then, but I do get a little surrealist so maybe it's the same thing.

[mrissa.livejournal.com]

Here is what would happen with the note: I would think, "Ah, I am bringing this piece of paper downstairs." I would carefully set it on the kitchen counter where the grocery lists go. Then I would go back upstairs sans juice and tape.

I sometimes manage to remember things by repeating them aloud: "tape tape tape tape tape tape tape." This is extremely annoying to anyone who hears it, including me, so I make a couple of tries without it.

This time I only replaced the paper towels and Kleenex in the kitchen and worked out and finished reading Rex Stout's Over My Dead Body before getting the tape and wrapping the presents. I think this might be an improvement.

[angeyja.livejournal.com]

I think that you are amazing. And wish you tape if that is what you really want.

I woke at 4 today after maybe two hours of sleep. I am here at work because it is safer for dogs and house mortals if I am in an office alone with my data, not at home. Plus, I'll be vacuuming that data to shiney. So useful.

I don't wish you tired but the post made me smile. You could say I chose to smile. But no really it made me.

[mrissa.livejournal.com]

Shiny pretty data!

[angeyja.livejournal.com]

(gr) I am still laughing at the "batback." Shoo! I have data to polish yet. Besides there is a tape situation.

(I made the mistake of trying to read Harold Bloom on a break. I may never find my way back now.)

[ozarque.livejournal.com]

"You know that stage of tired where you flop on the bed totally horizontal and then you think, no, there must be more to lying down than this, because this is still too upright, so possibly I am too tired to remember how to do it right?"

That's wonderful. Exactly right.

[mrissa.livejournal.com]

Thanks!

[leahbobet.livejournal.com]

oh, if I was Batman maybe everything would be okay?

I frequently think this.

[mrissa.livejournal.com]

I must admit this was not the first time this week.

[mrissa.livejournal.com]

Oh, and your car in my dream was something like if the Batmobile was a hatchback. It was the...er...Batback.

[(Anonymous)]

...oh nice. :D

[leahbobet.livejournal.com]

Er, that was me. *g*

[intrepida.livejournal.com]

That joke made my brain bleed. I will have to repeat it.

[mrissa.livejournal.com]

I doubt that it translates into German, though, so there are limits.