Deprivation

Tuesday night when I spent the night the Hot Single Dad (HSD), we stayed up until almost 3am being… recreational. *ahem*

I didn’t sleep much that night because I’m not thrilled with his bed and pillow combination. I use… Jesus. I guess I have six pillows on my bed? Ha. Telltale sign of a single woman, I suppose. He’s a total bachelor with two little puny pillows. I woke up with a crick in my neck that hasn’t gone away. I also fairly well hung over — I had four beers, haha. That’s a LOT for lil’ ol’ me.

Wednesday night, I felt like I had been run over my by a mack truck. My body was sore from all the hot sex, so I felt like I had the flu or something. I was tired and I forgot to eat lunch. Didn’t end up getting to bed until about 1:30.

Hot mess, I tell you.

Then last night, for WHATEVER reason, I was up until almost two.

Dammit. I’m too old to be staying up so late.

I have to get up at 6:45 to get the boy child to school on time without a fight. So far, we’ve made it on time, but I have been feeling like shit. This is not the time of year to let my body get weak. I really don’t want to get sick.

In other news, my birthday is coming up. I think I’m going to throw myself a birthday party. I’m trying to decide where/how I want it to operate. My friend Krims offered his super cool loft space, but it’s pretty far south of the city. I’m not sure folks would want to drive that far. I also think it would be cheaper for me (ha!) to just have everyone meet up at a local bar/restaurant or something for dinner and drinks. Possibly going dancing afterward.

We shall see. Going to feel out my friends for some ideas.