Slowly Fading Out.


September 25, 2021 by sandwichcontrol

Just finally waking up when it’s time to go back to bed.

The word of the day is: Search.

[ surch ]
verb (used with object)
to go or look through (a place, area, etc.) carefully in order to find something missing or lost:
They searched the woods for the missing child. I searched the desk for the letter.
to look at or examine (a person, object, etc.) carefully in order to find something concealed:
He searched the vase for signs of a crack. The police searched the suspect for weapons.
to explore or examine in order to discover:
They searched the hills for gold.
verb (used without object)
to inquire, investigate, examine, or seek; conduct an examination or investigation.
the act of searching; careful examination or investigation:
Her date with the guy she met online went badly, so her search for “Mr. Right” continues.
an instance of this:
Did the search turn up any clues?
the practice, on the part of naval officers of a belligerent nation, of boarding and examining a suspected neutral vessel at sea in order to ascertain its true nationality and determine if it is carrying contraband:
the right of visit and search.

Yesterday was the longest day.

I had slept like crap.

And then my body ran out of juice around the 2.25 miles mark of my morning run.

The cherry on top was having to spend the day waiting around on clients.

To keep myself awake I definitely did not go into the IT department’s storage area and steal a laser printer that one of the guys that just left used to have at his desk.

I also did not have one of the IT guys set up on my computer.

I 100% did not print off the IFAB Laws of the Game and then spend the next four hours putting the pages into sleeves and then organizing them by law in a 3 ring binder.

That would be a crazy person thing to do.

I did however work on my planner for next year’s photo project.

I think I did anyway.

I’m so tired that I’m kinda living in a dream state.

Not sure things really happened or didn’t happen.

So if I call or text to ask you something like “Did you really buy me a 90s era shell suit?” don’t be surprised.

And if you really did, I don’t want it.

I’m seriously considering (again) buying ten copies of one outfit and just getting rid of everything else.

My life would be so much simpler if I had one outfit to wear, and one menu of meals, and weren’t a fucking insane person.

But seriously though.

I feel like I’m going full Tyler Durden.

I need to get some quality sleep.

Maybe I’ll take a melatonin.

At 6pm.

And sleep until it’s time to work out on Monday.

Speaking of workouts, I should probably put some pants on.

See ya’ tomorrow.

More soon. ~SC


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