I pulled into my driveway about 20 minutes ago, parked and sat in the car for a while trying to remember how I'd gotten home. I mean, I know I drove, but the entire seven minute drive was lost to me.
I'm dead on my feet. I'd make a reference to zombies or vampires, but today I tweeted about vampires in the sun and my lovely friends tweeted me back about sparkling.
NO NOT SPARKLING. JEEZ. Thank you Stephanie Meyer for making sure that is no longer an acceptable analogy for pain and destruction. Freakin' sparkling. Then again... "sparkling" could be the new term for "in great pain."
"I stubbed my toe and I was sparkling, yo."
So, you know that thing where you are so sleepy, your head starts to roll? Like where you nap for 1 second? I can't remember driving home, but I do remember yelling at myself to stay awake, as my head fell and twisted. Isn't that one of the worst feelings ever? Your body telling you you need to sleep RIGHT NOW and your mind fighting against it. Plus, no one looks good while sleepy head rolling. No one.
Not that looking good is my main concern. I'm mostly glad that I made it home in one piece and I'm silently hoping that no red lights were ran and that no small, furry animals were maimed.
All of this exhaustion is brought to you courtesy of Mickey Mouse. That's kind of a weird thing to say in retrospect. It could be slightly dirty, or I might be so exhausted I'm imagining sexual innuendo.
What I meant to say was that I spent the weekend with family at Disney World. There are stories to tell but at the moment, I think humanity would be safer if I just fell asleep. I forced myself to write this post first, though, for a few reasons: so you know that I'm not dead, so you can say, "OMG that head rolling thing does suck," so that you can be a little jealous that I was at Disney World and because I was curious what sort of post I would end up with while typing with one eye closed.
My conclusion is that this post is sparkling.
I'll be back when I can keep both eyes open.