You know you’re losing it when crazy starts to look normal
I'm beginning to think that I just might be going crazy since the odd hours and weird sleeping and eating schedules I've adopted over the past few weeks are starting to feel strangely normal.
Take, for instance, the past 24 hours.
Even though I went to bed Thursday night at around 3 a.m., I somehow woke up at about 7:30 Friday morning. Although I napped until 9, that still had me pretty early in the morning for these days.
The morning started off productively, with me finishing up some paperwork and getting it in the mail before 10 a.m. (and half-watching some of The Price Is Right in the process).
During the rest of the day, I did productive-type things in random spurts, ending up on campus to get a few things done in the late afternoon before picking up Katy and heading over to Beth's apartment to watch some Grey's Anatomy reruns and Thursday's new episode. Much Grey's and girl talk later, it was midnight already and I still hadn't even stopped by Bettina's graduation party in Phoenix.
So I grabbed a very late (but not unusually late given my other dining times these past few weeks) dinner from Sonic, got the address off of Facebook and drove to Bettina's. When I got there sometime after 1 a.m., I was immediately pegged as someone who was sufficiently (i.e., completely) sober to drive to Filiberto's — or, as ended up happening, Alberto's — for Mexican food.
And when I end up leaving Bettina's at 4:15 a.m. and I'm driving toward home, I notice that the sky's already beginning to brighten behind Camelback Mountain. So I decide I might as well stay up another few hours to see the sunrise and I've soon ended up in downtown Phoenix where I tried to get some sunrise+skyscrapers-type photos.
Then I drove home, and tada, it's 6:30ish, more than 23 hours from when I first got out of bed after an admittedly short night's sleep. And yet, my irregular day hadn't yet exhausted me, probably thanks to an equally erratic eating schedule.
Crazy, huh?