Had a bad night last night which meant I only got about 6 and half hours of sleep instead of my usual 8. I know, sounds pathetic... there are people that live on 5 hours or less. I try as best I can to get as much sleep at night time to give myself the best chance of coping during the day. This usually means going to bed around 10pm, maybe 11pm at the latest, which generally means leaving my housemates mid-chatter, so I miss out on some of the nightly news with them. I don't really have much of a choice anyway... after 9pm my body starts to almost shut down and I lose the ability to concentrate and keep my eyes open and be sociable.
Today I coped all right. Work wasn't as insane as it could have been. Last time I was this mentally and physically exhausted I all but collapsed at work... I was just basically a warm body walking around the place. You know how you move food around on your plate to make it look like you've eaten more than what you actually have?? That's what I was like. Walking around everywhere to make it look like I was doing things but I really just wasn't.
The hardest thing about being so perpetually tired is my short concentration span. I can motivate myself physically when I'm tired, but crikey it's hard to motivate myself to listen and retain information. If it's just not working.... it's just not working and I can either swim through the haze or I can nap for half an hour and hold it off for a little longer. Can't really nap at work though!!
This isn't necessarily related to anything specific that happened today, but I thought I would share it anyway. One of the keepers at Taronga Zoo (I volunteer there once a fortnight/when I feel up to it) saw this and thought immediately of me, whilst she was crying with laughter. I was flattered. But, admittedly... I giggled like a small child when I saw it too.