i'm hella tired! i didn't realize how tired until my mind's near brush with death.
i know that getting up at 4 am means that my brain is sleeping...it will not be firing normal today, and i will not be on the "a-game" team.
and this was proved to me about a half hour ago when this happened:
it began when i got back to the office this morning at 9:30. there was no parking in our spaces so i parked in one of staccatos (the company we share our floor with) then about a half hour ago i got an email that said a towing company was coming. so crap-balls-crap i had to haul my lazy tired ass into the downpour to move my car...i moved it two blocks away in a one hour spot...and though this wasn't really that huge of an issue it felt like one because today is one of those days where i'm just tired, and grumpy and everything is 14 times worse than it should be...
when i came back in from moving my car i had two new emails...the first one from sarah and the subject line read
i opened the email and read
"The entire country is under a terrorist attack. Many buildings have been shut down in downtown Portland as part of this exercise. R/West is currently working on its official emergency plan but in the event of a bomb blowing up one of the bridges you should NOT leave the building or you could face radioactive contamination. We would seal the building by preventing anyone from going in and out and shut off the air. We would wait further direction from the city in this type of event. In the event of an earthquake you would need to get under your desk or a doorway and stay there until tremors subside. Do not leave the building as we need to account for you and make sure you are not under a heap of rubble. "
ok so i almost shit pants and thought.
1. FUCK I JUST WAS OUTSIDE!
2. SHIT HOW AM I GOING TO GET HOME!
3. SAD! I DONT WANT TO DIE, HERE, LIKE THIS, TIRED, IN THIS STUPID OFFICE!
4. i'm going to read john's followup email...
i went to my second email from john the subject read
"RE: emergency plan"
the email read,
"I'll go to the roof and have a smoke.... and inhale deeeeeeeply. Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm Plutonium. It's not just for breakfast anymore."
and then i was like.
1. huh? this isn't funny john...i know you were up at 4 also today, but what? are you kidding? that's not funny! what about your son?
2. is this for reals?
3. i'm going back to re-read that email...
and then i saw the word that my tired ass brain didn't comprehend...
"The entire country is under a SIMULATED terrorist attack."
and i thought
obviously, i'm tired...and obviously its a good thing im done in a half hour.