Exhausted today.

I went to bed last night at 9:30 PM under the influence of Tussionex. I slept till 6:30 AM this morning, and I'm still dead. In terms of wakefulness, this is an improvement over the 12 hours of sleep I've been racking up nightly, but the exhaustion isn't a whole lot of fun.  With 12 hours of sleep, I was feeling OK at work, and now I'm not.

Ever read Nancy Kress's Beggars in Spain?  It's a marvelous novel.  It involves people who have been genetically engineered so that they don't need sleep.  I would give a great deal for that.  The extra time would be so beneficial.

I spend 10.5 hours of every weekday at work.  I spend  8 to 10 hours of every weekday (when I'm not on multiple cough syrups) asleep.  All the rest of the time seems to get siphoned away by the tiny, day-to-day things that make up the life of the Geek... showering, eating, dishes, etc. etc. etc.

It can't be that bad, though, and I base that on the fact that I have time a) to notice that other people have LiveJournals, and b) to have one myself.  On the other hand, I'm doing this from work in a slow moment, so my argument isn't all that strong.

I found out today that my husband won't be coming home for Christmas with me.  (This is "home" in the sense of "where I grew up", not "where I live".)  He has a grand total of three days off work for Christmas vacation, and, since it's seventeen hours home by car, there's no point to it.  I still want to go home for Christmas, but I'm not quite sure how I'm going to manage it.  I've written home to beg my parents to arrange plane fare for me, and I'm pretty sure they will, but what if they don't?

The Geek wants to go home now please, but it's not even past noon.  5 PM seems awfully far off today.

Thank goodness.

I have been rescued; Mom and Dad are going to fly me home for Christmas. They love their Geek.

I am... tired. I will sleep now.