Not sure about the other 6, but Sleepy definitely exists

Yesterday was Thirsty Thursday. I could say it was my first since I graduated, but that would imply that I used to be thirsty every Thursday, straying from reality of my addiction to the study lounge. Last night, the office stayed back to watch our boss debate her Republican opponent, Joe DioGuardi, a wrinkly old man who talks in the third person. There was wine, there was pizza, there were cookies, and there was a seemingly dysfunctional cable television. And yet efforts to exercise before dawn, efforts to defend President Obama's health reform to ignoramuses, efforts to comply with the harsh realities of business casual--all of it converged into some sort of inexplicable exhaustion.

So, instead of waking up refreshed by the anomaly of midweek festivities, I was borderline unconscious on the bus into the city, to the point where a slightly alarmed, older man had to shake me awake after everyone had gotten off. I awoke with a start, jumped of the bus, and walked in circles till I figured out where I was.

I can do without Thirsty Thursdays. But I think somewhere in between the lists of things to do and the plans to make plans and all the other in betweens, I need a nap. Not a nap on the bus, but a real one, with dirty sweats and a soft tee and no coffee-fragranced commuters next to me.

Till then, Thirsty Thursday may have to be put on hiatus, possibly for a Siesta Sunday.