This Blog Will Make Little or No Sense.

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So how is this blog different than the last 481?My Head Feels Exactly Like This.

Now that I think about it, probably not much.

They’ve all made little or no sense in their own unique way.

Although this one is extra special because I got up this morning at 1:56 am.

Yes 1:56 am.  2 short hours after midnight (I’m rounding).  And several hours before normal human beings slap the snooze button for the first time.


I have no idea.

Everyone else in the house was sleeping hard.  Really hard.

I know this because of the snoring.

Lots and lots of snoring.

It sounded like an air horn with a sock stuffed inside.

Or like someone had stepped on a cat.

Especially, Buddy the Dog.  He was hitting the zzzz’s hard.  Evidently, he was resting up from his big day of sleeping (I think this dog will be dead for 6 weeks before we even notice).

Like most superintendents, my mind is full of gunk.

Problems I can’t solve.

Problems I need to solve.

Problems I anticipate.

Problems I could never anticipate in a million years.

Sometimes, it just problems created by other problems.

Normally, I handle this by sleeping like a baby.

But not last night.

On an average night/morning, I open my eyes and I’m completely awake in about 90 minutes (I really should intake more caffeine).

Last night, I opened my eyes and was immediately alert.

I felt great.

I felt like a million bucks.

I had the energy of a 41 year old.

That was until a short 4 hours later (this would be 6 am… again, rounding).  Then I felt like I’d been beaten with a pillow case full of non-caffeinated sodas).

It was time to go to work and I felt like I hadn’t slept.

Probably because I hadn’t slept.

The rest of my day was spent in a fog.  A deep groggy fog.

It’s hard to describe, but I had an ever so slight headache and I was seeing double.

For some odd reason my entire body hurt when I blinked.

And yawned.

About mid-morning, I noticed it was taking me twice as long as normal to both blink and yawn.

A good sneeze probably would have killed me (which would have been okay because I could have used the rest).

As I slow-motioned my way through the day, I wondered how teenagers exist.

They eat poorly.  They don’t exercise.  They play video games all night.  And they only sleep when the sun is out.

Yet, they seem to function.

I wake up once in the middle of the night and I’m no use to society for the next 72 hours.

It doesn’t seem fair.

I need sleep and they don’t.

I can’t sleep and they can.

And yet, they mock me with their excess energy.

Why is youth wasted on the young?

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5 Responses to “This Blog Will Make Little or No Sense.”

  1. Carla
    on Feb 24th, 2011
    @ 9:03 pm

    How is the training for the half marathon coming along? You will be energized by day and insomnia-free by night.

    Michael Smith Reply:

    @Carla, Good. I’m up to 6 miles.

    And I’m still alive.

  2. Alfred Thompson
    on Feb 24th, 2011
    @ 11:09 pm

    Kids get their energy by sucking it out of nearby adults. I thought everyone knew that. :-)

  3. Jay
    on Feb 24th, 2011
    @ 11:41 pm

    Problems. How many of them actually have your name and job title on them? Don’t let other people’s lousy parenting be one of them. Your responsibility for your own Evil Spawn is enough. From the looks of it, Dad, you’re doing just fine.

    One more thing…

    You will cultivate a great deal more serenity when you quit judging your insides by other folks’ outsides, especially the teenagers.

  4. Raquel
    on Feb 25th, 2011
    @ 9:22 am

    That has happened to me before too. it sucks. This was truly funny though. I especially like the part where you would die if you sneezed.

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