I am utterly drained.
It’s not so much the two-hour interview with the social worker today that did it, but that the length of that interview was greater than the amount of sleep I’ve had over the last three days.
I’ve been battling insomnia, the on-call pager I’m carrying this week, and a screaming horde of demon babies that tore into me last night. I’m going to have to wait to report on how the adoption interview went until after I’ve paid up on a little of my sleep debt. I’ve actually been on the verge of hallucinations for the last hour or so. I experimented enough in my younger years that I recognize the strange flashing I’ve been seeing, and I know it’s a sign that very soon inanimate objects are going to be turning into my grandmother. It’s not quite as funny as it sounds when it happens.
