My day in all its glorious joy…

• Apparently sleep-walked to my alarm (cell phone), then carried it back to bed, and shut off the alarm at some point in-between
• Awakened by concerned demonspawn 90 minutes later
• Misread the clock and thought I had plenty of time to get to the bus stop, then — halfway to the bus stop — realized I was late by at least 45 minutes
• Drove to work, gambling that I had time for the Starbucks drive-thru, arrived at my desk with 3 whole minutes to spare
• One of my coworkers said I looked “very shimmery blond” …since my hair is so very not blond, I figured she was either mistaking my silver streaks for blond highlights, or possibly having hallucinations from working too many graveyard shifts
• Work, blah, blah, grabbed a “nutrition bar” from the vending machine for lunch, work, blah, blah
• Called the employee access line while sitting in traffic on my way home, as I was assured this would get me faster appointments than making them myself, but was told to call & make them myself
• Called the clinic myself, spent FIFTY minutes on the phone to get 3 appointments (one each for me & the demonspawn), none of which were sooner than 3 weeks away
• Made a mental note to call the employee access line tomorrow and whine for better appointment times
• Stopped at Starbucks on the way home to soothe my frazzled nerves with caffeine (somehow it really does work for me, YMMV)
• Got the business card for the gerbil vet from my demonspawn, as I am taking the little long-tailed rat in to be looked at tomorrow
• Managed to grab a quick hug from Geoffrey before he had to go to work
• Gleefully fed the lizard a heaping dish of large crickets, which he set upon as if it was the last meal he’d ever get
• Became perplexed when Claire called me “radiant” — must be the “shimmery blond” glints in my hair making me glow, or something
• Veged out in front of the glowing rectangular boxes most of the evening

Unfortunately I have to set an alarm, because if I oversleep it tends to trigger migraines…but I’m going to set my alarm for the utter luxury of nine hours of sleep, instead of the usual 7-ish. (But with my luck, the goram marching band will be practicing on the high school track & field that I live next to, at 8 am sharp. *sigh*)