...Jo becomes a sparkly vampire
I was resentful and nauseated at the beginning of last night, but as soon as things got moving, I did fine. The usual two-ack-emma to three-ack-emma slump wasn't even so bad. And I didn't nearly fall asleep on the way home, either.
Never thought I'd be able to say that I did okay on a night shift.
The secret seems to be snacking. I took a variety of weird vegetables marinated in odd substances, some lean protein, and a few complex carbs with me and just plain munched all night. It kept me away from the coffeemaker and awake and energetic.
By the way: Did you know that, in addition to their other good qualities, respiratory therapists make the best coffee? I love me some RTs anyhow, and discovering that they had a pot of coffee brewed from real coffee beans that they'd ground right there in their breakroom just made me love them even more. Especially when it transpired that they had real cream to put in it.
...A milestone's in spitting distance
HN is at (as of this post) nine hundred and fifty one entries. That's almost a thousand. It's within shooting distance of a thousand, at any rate. I feel like I ought to do something special for the thousandth post, but I have no idea what. Fireworks? Dancing girls? Hugh Jackman jumping out of a cake?
...Another milestone's also looming
In roughly a month, give or take, I'll be forty. The thought of turning forty fills me with much less trepidation than the thought of driving out to IKEA tomorrow to return some stuff, but again, I feel like I ought to do something to mark the occasion. I have that day and the day after off of work, so any suggestions as to on-your-own birthday celebrations are welcome.
Meanwhile, I have things to do. None of them, sadly, involving Wolverine covered in buttercream, but a girl can dream, right? Right?