Beam me up

I must be on a distant land in outer space, because for the life of me, I cannot get my head out of the clouds. I desperately need to be beamed back to reality, so I can actually finish my work and go home to drink red wine and lie on the couch and ponder the future of our country.

This morning I woke up in complete confusion. Two alarms were doing off, David was shaking me and I had no idea why.

"What day is it?" I asked him drowsily, still having no clue why I had set two alarms on a Saturday morning.

"Thursday, you have to get up and go to work."

"It's only Thursday? My God." This is officially the slowest week in all of humanity.

A similar "head in the clouds" moment just happened to me at work. I came out of the bathroom and just stood there in the hall, not understanding what part of the building I was standing in. It was like I teleported from bathroom to bathroom. It was very disconcerting because I didn't remember walking all the way across the building.

This week has been an emotional roller coaster. I worked 13 hours Tuesday, and I feel like I'm recovering from a huge election day hangover, even though I never took a celebratory sip of champagne. It's like a major sugar rush, then a crash that lasts 5 days. Ohhh brain, get back down to EARTH.