It’s always the second day after a sleepless night that flays me. The time between brushing my teeth and stepping off the southbound MARTA this morning is a blank. And I can’t remember how many packets of sweetener I put in my coffee. At least I can tell by the color that I did add creamer.
Think all my neurons—the ones that haven’t already deserted—are gonna be firing blanks today.
I had a day like that today. Making silly mistakes because I couldn’t remember what I’ve done. It’s kinda scary.