I had a horrible night’s sleep last night. By the count of my sleep monitor, I got about 2 1/2 hours of sleep. Since in my experience engineering requires at least 4 hours of sleep (not necessarily in a row), I chose to take the day off.
Come lunchtime, I decided to go get something to eat (eating in is the only level of cooking I’m capable of right now). So I decide where I’m going to eat, hop in the car, and head off. I pull into a nearby McDonald’s, get out of the car and go inside. As I’m standing in line, trying to decide what I want for lunch, I am suddenly struck by an amazing realization.
When I left the house, I was headed for Jersey Mike’s, because I wanted a tuna sub.
Deciding I needed something stronger, I stopped by my local Starbuck’s, which is just up the street from McDonald’s. It was there I realized that I wasn’t the only one operating heavy machinery on Ambien. The guy who rang up my order accidentally pushed the button on the register to void my order, resulting in my mocha being free. (I tipped him nicely.) The pretty blonde barista (baristette? baristperson? person of barist?) promptly made my drink, and handed it to the drive-thru window, where I was not. (I did not complain, as I technically had not purchased a drink.) Upon retrieving my drink, I proceeded to try to put a second cardboard sleeve over the first one. After that, I left, hoping that I had not fully infected them with my sleep deprivation.
I then managed to get my tuna sub from Jersey Mike’s, which I paid for.
There’s a valuable lesson here, one you’ve probably heard from your mother since you were a kid: Sleep is the most important meal of the day. Or something like that.