I Snore On the Bus

Did you know that today is Wednesday? I didn't. Meg and I said goodbye to one another at 5am this morning, and I spent most of the day dazed. It all started on Sunday (btw the last blog was written on the 9th when I was supposed to be taking a nap. I couldn't figure out how to fix the date :). I worked overnight from 8pm til 8:30am. A bunch of folks from the Columbus Circle store came to help me and a few people from my store move things around and try to make the place look pretty.

In my infinite wisdom, I decided to stay awake all day Monday and go to bed early since I had to wake up Tuesday at 5am. We went shopping at the Atlantic Center Mall. First, we explored Payless and DSW with only one sweet pair of shoes for me. Then we went to Daffy's. I have never heard of Daffy's yet we were told if I wanted to buy some underwear that was the place to be. It was grueling. I hate shopping. I tried on 8 different bras, and was ready to give up when I looked at the little old woman with the Polish (?) accent who was manning the fitting room. Surely such a wise being, having a large bosom herself, could offer me some advice. And she did, and I now know what size to look for.

Wouldn't you like to know?

Then we went to Target, which is normally quite rewarding, but the Target at Atlantic had no clothes!! In actuality, they do have women's sports and casual wear. Unfortunately, both Meg and myself wanted clothes for work. We ended up leaving the mall with a lot of sexy underwear and shoes...oh, and I think Meg bought a cute dress too, but by that point I was delirious.

I believe the rest of the day went like this: we went home, we decided to go to the movies, we got more coffee, we went to trader joes, saw Julie & Julia, cried, hung out with Renee, and then I passed out. The week since then like this: wake up at 5am, go to work, leave at 8pm, struggle for sleep, get up at 5am...and here I am.

Tonight, I ran screaming from work exactly at 8pm, and directly into the welcoming doors of the express bus. Literally without a second to spare. I promptly fell asleep.

An hour later I woke up. Head tilted back, mouth open, throat dry, and though I can't be certain, I'm pretty sure I was snoring, or at least breathing loudly.

I'm still awake four hours later, still in the clothes I had on at 5am. Maybe I need to go catch the bus.