My non-medical degree led me to believe that I have some sort of vitamin deficiency that makes me tired all. the. time. Based on my current diet of grabbing something quick at work and maybe having time to eat it, consuming a few bites at dinner and then chasing after the kid to try to make him eat something, and then potato chips before bed, I'm pretty sure I'm lacking in vitamins A1- Z99.
Except right now I'm eating a very healthy Drumstick ice cream cone thingy.
Last night as I was falling asleep in my chair right after putting Henry to bed at 8:45 p.m. I decided that I better call the doctor and get tested for all the chemical imbalances that would lead to this odd behavior. Then I got up and started the laundry and finished the dishes and picked up the remaining toys after he picked up and wrote a letter to my nephew and read an article in The New Yorker (I'm aiming for one article per day in order to get caught up sometime this lifetime) and switched the laundry from the washer to the dryer and sat down to watch second episode of The Leftovers (it's on HBO, I'm not sure what I think yet) and got the laundry out of the dryer and folded half of it and I noticed it was 12:30 a.m. and then it hit me.
I'm not deficient in vitamins.
I'm deficient in sleep. My alarm goes off at 5:30 a.m. and I don't hit snooze anymore. I just get up and go.
I probably am also deficient in vitamins.
(Now that I look at that list, why the fuck did it take me 3.75 hours to do just that stuff? I must have left some stuff off the list)
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