What it's like to be tired

I'm in early at work this morning on the Hurricane Hanna watch. Okay, it's not a hurricane anymore. It's a post-tropical storm, with rain on the left and wind on the right. It's not going to be that bad, but we had no way of knowing that back when I volunteered to come in for the bonus coverage.

Anyway, you know I'm not a morning person. I'm barely an afternoon person.

I read this funny account by funny blogger Matt over at x-entertainment.com:

I really need to knock it off with the "three hours of sleep per night" thing. It's out of control, and I spend most of my awake time feeling like I'm sharing a brain and body with someone who is much stupider than I hope I am. The latest trend: Someone asks me a simple question, my brain comes up with two similar answers with different wording, and my mouth translates those answers as one mutated, slurry monster. At work today, someone fairly high up asked me how I was doing. She learned that I was doing "algood," which apparently is somewhere between "all right" and "good."

I hear ya. I recall improvising a song while tired one day, and "grumpy" and "crampy" merged to come out as "grampy". I'm feeling a little grampy.