I'm sleepy. Falling asleep at my desk.
I fell asleep on the RER this morning, waking just in time to not miss my stop.
At lunch, I could feel myself heading down into the pizza, face first.
Thing is, I had Florida Boy over for ten days - which meant ten days of running all over Europe, with late nights and early starts. Then, the day he left I ended up with le Fabulous Parisien on an overnight visit.
I left le FP behind and flew to the UK for a weekend of moving house - heavy stuff - late nights with my cousin and breakfast chats with my Mother. Exhausting.
I got back late sunday night - nearly midnight - then was up again for work at 6am monday. Monday evening saw le FP come round - not an early night - and he's back again tonight.
Tomorrow I have a long-standing date with a really lovely guy who's back in town having recently moved to Switzerland. That's gonna be a late one too, I'm sure.
Thursday, My Lovely Irish Dutch Friend arrives with his beau in tow and the party weekend begins.
I'm not sure when I get to sleep, when I get to re-charge my batteries.
I just know that I'm already exhausted and it's going to get worse before it gets better. And I absolutely refuse to have my Final Fortieth Birthday Party Weekend (yes, I know my actual birthday was back in July) ruined by my being too tired to enjoy myself.
What's a boy to do?
I have the feeling that I'll be working from home one day this week....