eventually i made it back to my apartment and just enough time for a nap before i had to leave for work. of course, the fucking cat wouldn't shut up so it was nearly impossible to fall asleep. i looked at the clock when she finally left the room and it was 2:26. at 2:45 stewbot telephoned with my wake up call.
somewhere in that time frame i managed to fall asleep just long enough to have one of those falling dreams where you scare yourself into waking up. it was a strange feeling. just looking at the time, i couldn't have been asleep for more than 20 minutes. and, knowing my tendency twoard insomnia when sleeping against a deadline, i really couldn't have slept more than 5 minutes. it honestly just felt like a single second of sleep.
surprisingly (after being very grumpy on the telephone) i made it to work just fine and probably had my best day yet there.
(remind me to tell you about my new job sometime.)
i'm going to go shower and then make an omelette. (remind me to tell you about all the tasty food i've been eating lately.)