I don't get it

Seriously. An average of nine hours of sleep every weeknight last week, including Friday, nearly twelve hours last night (zonked out at 8:30 instead of reading my book and got up around the same time today), and I'm *still* tired. Not as desperately tired as before, but still not great.

Okay, let me amend that. I'm not feeling actually tired or sleepy, but I'm not feeling rested.

I think I may heed karine's warning about anemia and head off to see a doctor. I've been borderline anemic before, and got iron prescribed to keep me functional. I don't think you can get iron without a prescription, as far as I can recall. So, medical professional it is.

Bah.

I just hope that I'll have slept enough this past week to adapt to next week's schedule change with the new job.

In other news, Pan-Pan has slowly but surely oozed onto my arm from where he was sitting on the table a good six inches away the last time I checked. I'm slowly losing all sensation in the fingertips of my left hand. I'll have to dislodge him in a moment. At least he's not directly on my keyboard, which is where he likes to be.

Okay, stuff to do.

Bye-bye, faithuful, err, vehicle

Tomorrow I take my car back to the dealership.

This is a Good Thing™, even though I will miss the ease and convenience of having my own mode of transport right outside the door. This will free up a considerable amount of cash for me (lease + insurance + gas) and as an additional bonus will significantly reduce my ecological footprint.

I won't miss the expense, that's for sure. I didn't call it the Huge Damn Financial Albatross for nothing.

So.

Good-bye to you, my car. It's been an interesting four years. May your new owner enjoy you as much as I did.