This is stupid. I'm fighting my own sluggishness. I'll just sleep for an hour, catch tonight's West Wing, and get back to what I'm doing.
A knock at my door to remind me my show's on. I shrug it off and go back to sleep.
The headache sets in. I'm rapidly approaching that nonproductive state again, no closer to actually accomplishing what I need to tonight. West Wing was pretty good, though.
Can't go back to sleep now - I've got plaques to design! Hmm. She gave me the copy for these over the phone. I thought she was repeating herself from an earlier e-mail, and there was nothing handy to write with, so now it's gone. Can't very well call her back at this hour, can I? I'll have to make something up. Not to worry, though - I'm at the top of my faculties. Or something. Did that sentence make ANY sense?
I could be done by now, except I've been typing this.
This is stupid. I'm fighting my own sluggishness. I'll just sleep for an hour, and finish these before my client checks her e-mail...
Work is not going to be fun.
If there's a theme to my journal this week, it seems to be a warning against hiring me.