Postage in my pocket.

Today I'm in Travel, and it's slow (thankfully, knock on wood). So far, I've only had to book one flight to Gulfport, MS and one hotel in ... Gun Barrel City, TX. You know how "bunk ass" that town is? My atlas doesn't even list it.

So last night I was supposed to go out and drink. A few friends and I are part of this "Thirsty Nights" club.. it's sort of a play on words.. we meet every Thursday Night. Get it?? Do ya?? HUH?!? (har har)

So I get home from work and I figure I'd lay down for a bit of a nap. It's 630pm, so I set my alarm for 8pm (so I can get up and watch Gray's Anatomy at 8 and leave for the bar at 9). So I (thought I) set my alarm for 8, lay down.. and yeah, I'm gone.. zzzzzz.. snoozing away, right? A few hours later (?), I hear my phone go off, it's my friend Gwen's ringtone, so I know right away it's her calling.. and I'm thinking to myself, Self, I'm gonna lay here and wait for the alarm to go off and then I'll get up and call her back..

Yeah, right. I wake up at (what I thought was) 1am. O_O I'm like holy shit.. oh well, I missed happy hour and now it's 1am, so I might as well go back to sleep. I wake up again at (what I thought was) 5am. Groggy, but ready to start the day.. I debate on whether or not I should go to the gym today. I deduce that since I went yesterday, I should just wait and go Sat morning as I usually do. Adam was beside me and he wasn't feeling so hot, so I got him up and got him some drugs.

While I was passing thru the living room, I grabbed my phone so I could check my messages and my phone said it was 2am! WTF?! So I flipped on the light switch and checked the clock in the living room and sure 'nuff, it was two o'clock in the frickin morning!

So, damn.. I went to bed AGAIN and woke up at the "real" 5am.

Last night was weird, to say the least. I feel really discombobulated (hehe..learned that from Cindy Lou Who from the Grinch movie), and all out of sorts. I think I may have entered a new time-space continuum in my sleep..

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OH, and I have to mail out some post cards today and our office has a mail room.. but for personal mail, you have to pay them whatever it costs in cash.. so I grabbed a hand-ful of change and my front pocket is a-jingling every time I get up and walk around.. so all morning I've been singing to myself, "I've got postage in my pocket.. postage in my pocket.. postage.. pocket.. I've got some postage in my pocket.."