unstrung

It’s hard waking up at 3 in the afternoon and forcing yourself to sleep at around 11ish at night. Especially when its a Sunday, and you know you have to get up the next day and bill different counties in California for cost reimbursed mental health contracts, take care of money coming in, and data-enter future revenue to a lovely system called an accounting software.    It’s kinda like you’re in a calm before the inevitable storm… only the calm involves forcing yourself into a state of sleep.

It’s just that with a 9-5 job, the weekend dynamics are pretty much set. Friday you’re gonna sit around and watch a DVD of your choice, maybe catch up on laundry, while you enjoy you’re gourmet version of hot wings and vegetarian fish (w/c is quite good i must say). Saturday, you’re gonna go out to Vacavillle and shop for Christmas gifts with a friend.. maybe go around the Border’s Bookstore hoping to find a decent deal to use that 20 percent corporate discout coupon they gave you at work. And then later on, when the night is young, rendezvous with more people to go to a nightclub in Sacramento where you drink and dance the night away.    By the time you get back to your place, it’s already around 4:30AM and somehow the remnants of that Tokyo Tea and Michael Jackson’s BillyJean, has already created a spiraling feeling that’s strong enough to make the tip of your nose hit the top of your pillow.

And 11 hours later,… it’s 3PM.

And you’re here, after another dinner and the "Pursuit of Happyness"…. still wide awake.  Wishing that somehow typing this pointless entry has burned enough finger calories and generated enough mental work for you to slowly ease into another six hours of peaceful rest.

Did it work?     Not really.     But at least, you got to update you’re blog.