Pin It I don't even have the energy to blog. That's pretty dang tired.
I've been working around the clock this weekend to finish something for a meeting first thing Monday morning and I'm still not done. (It's after midnight on Sunday night as I write this.) All of the engineers are going to meet with me to review the documentation. The not-exactly-anywhere-near-finished documentation. I'm anticipating that my morning is going to be SUPER.
I'm trying to think up a really good excuse for missing the meeting and all I'm coming up with is pretending I died.
Or calling in and then dramatically having a fake accident in the middle of the phone call, all "I'm running late, but I should be there in just a - AAAAAAAAGH! HOLY CRAP!" and then I could crash some pans together or something, make a fake ruckus. Something like that.
You guys. I just drank a 24 ounce Rock Star Energy Drink - that's 240 mg of caffeine. IT DIDN'T EVEN PHASE ME. It could've been water for all the energy boost I got out of it.
Whenever I buy an energy drink at the gas station I feel like I'm buying crack or something. I kind of hide it under my shirt when I walk out to my car, because I don't want people to know that I'm already on the slippery, slippery slope leading to caffeinated destruction. Next thing you know I'll be stopping by Starbucks and guzzling malt liquor.
(See, mormons aren't supposed to drink coffee or tea or alcohol. And energy drinks are kind of almost practically like coffee. But I'm a REBEL. Walking on the wild side. Living on the edge. TOTALLY EXHAUSTED.)
My whole point in bringing that up is that I'm a little paranoid about having people see me with my drink of choice. It just seems more efficient than drinking a two-liter of Diet Dr. Pepper every time I have to work on a late night project. Luckily, according to this, I can drink a lot more of it before keeling over dead. Good to know.
PS: I had to delete the picture of my head. It was really freaking me out. My husband didn't like it either. He said, "Hon, you shouldn't post pictures you take of yourself. It's like looking at yourself in a spoon - not very flattering."
PPS: FINE, he didn't say that. But he did suggest that maybe he should help me take a picture if I really wanted one on my blog. I decided it was definitely something I could live without. DELETED.
PPPS. Here' s some links. They're good. You should click on them.