Thankfully, my parents’ visit did not live up to my expectations.  My father was on good behavior, which somehow resulted in him buying me an iPod.  I suppose it makes up for the fact that I’ve been kicked out of my own bed and am sleeping on an air mattress on my floor… which made for a startling wakeup call yesterday morning when I woke up and blearily opened one eye to see someone’s face only inches away from mine.  After I peeled myself off the ceiling, I realized that, well, it was my own face only inches away from mine, and I’d been startled awake by the sight of my face in the floor-to-ceiling mirror that is my sliding closet door. 

The fact that I’m sleeping on my own floor means that I still haven’t gotten a decent night’s sleep in the past two weeks.  That, and other stresses at work, all add up to me still being a bit too close to being at the end of my rope emotionally than I’d like.  And I don’t like this feeling at all.

I get up in the evening and I ain’t got nothing to say
I come home in the morning
I go to bed feeling the same way
I ain’t nothing but tired
Man, I’m just tired and bored with myself
Hey there baby, I could use just a little help…

Message keeps getting clearer
Radio’s on and I’m moving ‘round the place
I check my look in the mirror
I wanna change my clothes, my hair, my face
Man, I ain’t getting nowhere
I’m just living in a dump like this
There’s something happening somewhere
Baby, I just know that there is...

--Bruce Springsteen, ”Dancing in the Dark”