The amount of sleep I had this passed weekend added to the same amount I had ALL Summer! I slept ofr 12 hours Thursday (7:30PM - 8:00AM). Friday night my boy Li came by, but I managed to probably do 8 hours (3:00AM - 11:30AM). Saturday I woke up with a hangover (because that's what I get when my boy Li come through!), so that made me succumb to sleep again during the middle of the afternoon (~5:30PM - 11:30PM)! Sunday was the day I probably got the least amount of sleep (5:00AM - 12:30AM). Now, if you add all that up you get: 12.5 + 8.5 + 6.5 + 7.5 = 35 hours over the passed 4 days. That's about 9 hours a day! About as much sleep as I got when I was in grade school and the 'rents were regulating me!
The good thing was that the week started off pretty invigorating for me. I went Tiger Woods at the driving range again on Sunday. That makes the last TWO times now!

I just have to learn to be more consistent though. I was either smashing it (150-250+, no lie!) or I was totally missing and telling Junessa to duck. How can I be on the money one swing and totally off on the next? I guess it's all about technique. So I just have to keep going to the range and getting my form down. First, I have to stop thinking I'm Manny Ramirez at the plate and start thinking I'm Tiger Woods on the course.
Monday was just as invigorating. I woke up wide-eyed, on time and ready for work. I arrived at work promptly at 9:05AM.

But then I worked and got hella tired again. The workout I was supposed to have after work ended up me napping for 30-45 minutes then getting up to write my "capote" blog.
Tusday was pretty much the same. Which has gotten me to deduce that work is the culprit to my fatigue. If there were some way to get that out of my daily routine, I think my lifestyle would sky rocket! I would be more energetic, good at sports, and drink and be merry! But MONEY is the root of all EVIL and an occupation is the friut we have to pick and eat the rest of our withered, weak and dry lives. Sad, but indeed real and true.
So now, I must continue picking and eating.

71 MONTHS... I think we're even beyond the point where it sounds funny when we say the number.

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