After 3 hours & 45 minutes, I've lost it.

Here I was, sitting at my "home office" sending off some emails, uploading a few pictures, downloading a few songs...and as is often my habit, I was staring up and out of the window just before my gaze slowly shifted to the right. And what I saw on top of my dresser made me chuckle to myself thinking, "Pffph! This scene is just so...me."


Empty wine glass.

Today's bracelet still sitting out.

And oh yes, that plum I brought up here earlier with every intention of eating. Well, why wouldn't I set it on top of that little wooden dish so I can completely forget about it? It makes perfect sense! (which is what I tell myself - sternly, of course - even though in the back of my mind I'm really thinking, "no wonder your bedroom is a rotating disaster area!")

Le sigh.

So just maybe last night I was up working until 2 a.m. and then woke up at 5:45 so I could be at a 7:30 a.m. breakfast meeting... No reason to treat my living space like a refrigerator. Get it together, woman!

Next thing you know, I'll do something really crazy, like...

• Get my card key stuck under my armpit and partake in some kind of crazy flapping arms/flailing legs dance in an effort to dislodge it...


• Declare an acquaintance's baby bump as "totally worthless" when it is rendered useless as a soda shelf...


• Announce to a VP that Stacy and I would make excellent detectives to assist him in his ludicrous off-site 'detective project' because, "We both have lots of clothes in our trunks to use as disguises and Stacy does a fantastic French accent. Oui, oui!" (detective and spy... so close, yet so NOT the same. doh!)...


• Blabber at my boss' boss' boss, as though he's my BFF, "Hey, what's going on here?! Is this leaning back in your chair with hands over face an act of thought or exasperation?" ...

Oh wait. I did ALL those things. Today.

Apparently when the amount of sleep I've had in a 40 hour period can best be described as an extended nap, and is then combined with 3 cups of coffee, 2 shots of espresso and a diet coke - followed by the inevitable crash - well, it appears that all parts of me shut down, including use of limbs and rational thought. And the culmination of my late night googley-eyed mania is when I whip out the camera to take a picture of where I put my plum. And it currently is continuing to stay in this ridiculous spot. And OH MY GOSH it's such a beautiful color! And whoops, now I'm uploading more pictures of THE PLUM THAT IS SITTING ON MY DRESSER.

I have to get some sleep. Like, right now.
*Goodnight*