...I think it may be a sign...

So I was pretty much unable to sleep Sunday night - you might think that three straight nights of partying would have tired me out - and tired I was, but I guess I was also wired because I tossed and turned till the early hours of the morning, and then had some very vivid dreams which made no sense 5 minutes after waking up and were pretty much forgotten within 15.

I'm not sure if 'waking up' is the right term when I had 2, maybe 3 hours of sleep, but my alarm goes off, and I stumble out of bed. I consider calling in sick, but decide I can't at this point without an obvious pattern emerging - 'Gee, he's always sick either Friday or Monday...' - so I head out, suck back a bus station coffee, and try to stay awake on the bus, figuring it'll only be worse for me if I have to 'wake up' again. I walk into the office thinking it will be the worst day yet...somehow I'm absolutely mistaken.

I'm totally not there the entire day, but by sheer nerves and willpower I manage to keep up a facade of wakefulness - moreover it seems I'm truly productive - I go home with the second highest number of sales in my team, and at one point a supervisor complements my performance in dealing with a case. I'm so out of it the day flies by...and I begin to understand why there is a secondary smoking area out of sight behind some bushes.

It all makes me think - now that I've had some time to recuperate and can actually think - It takes lowering my mental capacity to the point where I'm temporarily lobotomized to really shine at work - I really need to start getting my resume out there.