I’ve been running on fumes all week. My best friend came into town this weekend and stayed through Wednesday morning, so we’d been staying up late catching up, sometimes over pomegranate martinis. Wednesday afternoon, I should have come home and taken a nap, but instead, I changed and headed out to the Little Rock Film Festival. I didn’t make it in time to get into the movie, and could have gone home and taken a nap, done a quick workout, and gone to bed. Instead, I drank a beer and read a book called Rapture Ready, which is about Christian pop culture. I skipped getting caught up on sleep in order to learn about Christian stand up comedy and Christian wrestling.
I don’t exactly regret making that choice because the book is really interesting, but this morning, I drank as much coffee as I could stand, edging towards the early stages of caffeine poisoning where I buzz around like a hummingbird and start to think I can actually feel my hair growing before falling asleep on the nearest flat surface. Still a little draggy, I went to work.
We hadn’t been open long before a patron who’d checked out one of our laptops came to ask me how to log on to the machine. I followed her back to the corner where she’d set up, pushed a few buttons, and up popped a picture of a smiling woman proudly showing off her vagina.
That woke me up more than another cup of coffee could have done.