I Need a Little Picture of Me With Zs Coming Out of My Head
Holy crap am I sleepy!
I mean... sleeeeeeeee-peeeeeee!
Sunday into Monday I got 2 whole hours of sleep. And Monday was a long day at work.
Monday into Tuesday I did a bit better with a pair of 30 minute naps, a 90 minute nap, and 4 hours of real sleep.
Waking up at 6:30am is hard. Whoever invented early wake up should be shot.
So at my new job... I'm grinding my knee pretty hard. The metro stops I take and the train basically require me to go up and then down 4 flights of stairs each way. Stairs are the hardest part of my recovery. Especially down. By the time I'm on the train, my knee is throbbing and weak.
Did I also mention that I'm sleepy?
I work in Chinatown now. I'm the only white guy for blocks. I want to go try some of the food around here, but it scares me. Mainly because there are no easy to know words on the menu like General Tso's Chicken or Sweet and Sour Pork. No... all I see is this #&*()^ next to duck hanging in a window. I don't want to eat a duck. Especially window duck.
There are three Irish pubs in Chinatown that I know of. That seems wrong to me. I feel there should be opium dens instead. That's just me though.
Did I mention that I'm tired?