I closed Tuesday. Yesterday, I had an interview at 10. I closed last night, and it was Wednesdayriffic. I had a manager meeting today at 9. I close tonight. I have my annual physical tomorrow at 10:30. I close tomorrow.

Tomorrow after work, I am going to sleep SO HARD. I'll probably get home about 1:30am. By 1:37, I'll be asleep. By 1:45, my never-before-seen dedication to the principles of Sleep will stun thousands. By about 3am, I fully expect several doctoral theses begun about my personal redefinition of the term "sleep." By 7am, most people around the world will have forgotten what the word "sleep" even means, unless it is in the context of "that thing Jen does." By the time I wake up at say, 2pm Saturday, the very word "sleep" will only appear in few now-discredited medical journals. All over the world, regardless of the speaker's native language, the common term for "lying down in a bed and losing consciousness for a few hours" will be "Jenning."

This is the sort of thing my brain comes up with only two days into Sleep Deprivation Land. Tomorrow night is going to ROCK.

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