I yelled at myself quite a bit on the drive down to Socal today. I also entertained the idea of slapping myself silly, but decided against it. Most of the verbal self-abuse came immediately after I caught myself spacing out for seconds or two at a time. Those few seconds of drifting off scare the heck out of me…especially when you’re barreling down the freeway and all your brother’s boxes are loaded up in the back adding to the forward momentum.
Note to self: When you’re going to be driving by yourself for a good distance, it’s not a good idea to only have 4.5 hours of sleep. It makes you so ridiculously tired on the road…like today.
For example, although I had only been on the road for an hour, by the time I reached the I-5, I realized I desperately needed to make a stop ASAP. I swung into the first McDonald’s I saw and ordered an iced-coffee and a bite to eat. It turns out that in the few minutes I was waiting for my order, I somehow managed to doze off…which was pretty bad, considering I still had a long ways to go on the road. So, after finishing my crispy chicken club sandwich (which was delicious at the time), I took a 30 minute nap right there at the table. (By the way, it was interesting that when I woke up, there was a completely new set of people eating at the tables surrounding mine.) I think that mini-nap combined with the sugar-loaded coffee helped quite a bit, seeing as I’m still here writing this entry.
Oh. And maybe the yelling too.