~ Sigh of Relief ~

Almost, at least... ... There is such a thing known as "too much fun," and it isn't so fun. I am finally at a place where I can say that I have nothing "fun" planned for a few months. No trips, no amazing adventures, just the opportunity to sleep in my own bed (except that this morning I agreed to housesit, belch, this weekend). And this is good.

Three days after getting back from the Wallowas, having had no time to get anything in my life back in order, I had to go on a business trip, at which I received exactly no sleep. I felt like crap because my entire exisence was disorganized (I had to scrape from the bottom of the barrel just to find clean clothes...which means that, while my business attire for the trip was clean, it looked ugly and I was lacking in confidence because of my hiddeous outfit), and I hadn't had a chance to do any of those things I need to do to feel good about being alive. I drove up to the town, and spent the entire evening meeting with people. Before going to bed, I went on a long walk to get some of my pent up energy released. Then I went to bed...and didn't sleep. At about 1:00 a.m., I realized that I was so hungry that my body was going into an anxiety attack. I realized that while I had had some food, that I had somehow forgotten to eat dinner. Which is very bizarre for me because I am all about the food, and have never forgotten something so wonderful as eating dinner. I feel that the fact that I forgot to eat is indicative of the state of my disorganized life.

So, at 1:00 a.m. I wandered around the hotel looking for a vending machine to find some calories. The hotel was an older hotel, reminiscent of "The Shinning" it was very creepy and labrinthyne. I actually became afraid, for example, while I was walking around in the basement, which was totally dark (in fact, all of the hallways in the hotel were dark, no lights at all anywhere) and I was feeling disoriented because of my starvation and low-blood sugar, and I came across these strange alcoves with showers and tiled walls in the middle of the hallway. Then I went up this stairway, having basically lost my way in the maze, and practically shat myself when I encounterd a stuffed man with his arms raised in a peculiar gesture standing in the middle of a dark room. Thoroughly freaked out, I ran out of the front door and proceeded to walk around the totally empty town, in search of a convenience store or anything that might be open with food. I walked for some time and found nothing, the town was dead. I returned to the creepy hotel and decided to have an interaction with the night attendant, who I have dubbed Igor for good description purposes, about the possibility of locating some calories. Through Igor's inbred grunts, I was able to surmise that I was shit out of luck. So I returned to my hotel room and watched late night programming in a completely blood-sugarless disoriented state until 6:00 a.m., at which point I got ready for my day-long meetings.

I returned to Boise with the intention of not planning any more trips for several months. This weekend was delightful. I slept, and slept, and had plenty of time to do all of those things necessary for me to feel good about being alive.

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