High as a kite, low as a fox, as pure as a new born baby. Do I breathe? Do I not?
I bounced in the door this evening. After a difficult attempt to sleep last night and an early alarm call to make sure I had time to wake up. After a longer than normal day involving 30 kids’ parents. After an impromptu out of hours meeting to organize tomorrow’s meeting, because the leadership team have given us a Wednesday slot to organize a Tuesday meeting. After sneaking out without annoying the caretaker, exactly 13 hours after badgering him to let you in early. After dinner and twenty questions from the other half. After planning the rest of my week before sitting down to eat. After realising I hadn’t been for a wee in about 8 hours. After everyone including the dog has gone to bed… See where I’m going with this?
Yup. It’s time for a mad week (or day, you never know). I always call this part crystal. As in… This is what crystal meth addicts are like after tweaking for a few days. The meds calm me somewhat so I’m able to sleep a bit. Stop me from doing a disappearing act. Doesn’t stop the relentless restlessness and the intense urge to keep going.
And I’ve just realised I’m 3 hours late with my meds. And in true Crystal style, instead of resolving the situation, I’m sat on the loo having a much needed wee, googling the benefits of using chromic acid as a cleaner and how to replace a hard drive in a 7 year old Acer laptop running Windows 7. Catch you on the flipside..
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