“It’s a sin to be tired.”
Round about finals, we all get a little loopy. J.’s schedule affects me just as much as it does him because we only have one car so where one goes, the other must follow. Meaning, that because J.’s exams start at 7am, guess who also gets to come into work an hour early?
The disruption to our sleep schedule means that C. becomes a walking zombie of ludicrousness.
Our flat hasn’t been cleaned in over a week, I reach a point of exhausted hysteria by 9pm every night, I can’t speak properly, the smallest and most basic tasks become incomprehensible, and I have a perma-migraine raging behind my right eye.
But I knew I’d reached critical mass last night when driving home from my sister-in-law’s (Milly) bridal shower (her fiance spent his evening with the future-brothers-in-law and assorted children), J. was talking about his friends, “Tim and Heidi,” and I furrowed my brow in tired confusion.
“Wait? Tim and Heidi? As in Gunn and Klum?”
Sidenote: do they not (his friends, I mean) have the potentially most awesome Halloween costume?