Tuesday, March 20, 2007

McDonaldland or Dreamland?

The Guinness Book of World Records said the longest recorded time that a person ever went without sleep is 19 days, 21 hours and 40 minutes.

I am more tired than that person.

I haven't been pulling a train with my teeth or trying to sleep next to a jackhammer or anything. But I have been that kind of busy where you rush home after being gone for 14 hours, do 800 things in a huge hurry, then try to fall asleep. Which always results in me lying there with my brain going like this:

"WellIcan'tbelieveshesaidthatanddoyoureallythinkIshouldwritealettertoKJLHcausethatmorningDJisjustrudemaybeIshouldjusttrytorelaxandwhyhaven'tIworkedoutandcouldIhaveskincancershouldIgetmynosedonewherearethecats."

Like that.

Anyway, the exciting news is that my oldest friend -- and by that I do not mean that she is really old -- sent me MCDONALD'S GIFT CERTIFICATES today!!!! Thank you Lisa, not to be confused with my blog commenter named Lisa or the commenter named I'm Not Lisa. Whole other Lisa altogether. We've known each other since we were zygotes.

Oh, am I excited. I do not even know what I will order first.

Have you noticed that the longer I go without spending, the more things seem to just come to me? I know I sound like that woman who wrote The Secret. Or did a man write it? I haven't read it, but I borrowed it.

But really. Okay, yeah, maybe it's cause I have a blog clearly stating all the things I wish for so it's pretty easy to figure out. But then again, no one has to send me those things as a result. And why did someone come up to me in a parking structure the other day and just give me their permit that they'd already paid for? And why did that nice woman at work just give me that pink pomegranate soap? Okay, just realized I could change the color of my text. Can I go back and make my St. Patrick's Day blog entry all green?

Okay, seriously, now I have become delirious. Going to sleep.

2 comments:

Kelly Garrett said...

Before becoming a detective, I actually worked at McDonalds! I was the youngest manager in the company (16). I would love to tell you horror stories about the food to curb this disturbing infatuation you have with this cuisine, but I can't. There are quality control measures in place to ensure freshness and taste, and employees do not do gross things to the food.

Laura Brandon said...

Your blog is what's keeping me awake, Lady.