Laptop Impressions

I woke up this morning at 5:15 am with a work hangover. My contact lenses have adhered themselves to my eyeballs, and now they have that gravel-y feeling that usually goes away with a good rubbing of the fist. I lift my head, which was resting on the corner of my laptop, and I think I probably have suffered some damage from evil electronic magnetic alpha rays. Feng shui books always tell you to sleep as far away as you can from cords, power outlets, anything emanating evil mojo. I’m probably doomed at the point.

I turn my head and see an empty wine glass and a bowl of crusted-over guacamole, evidence of last night’s lost battle with fatigue and frustration. I should’ve just gone to bed when I got home from the airport. The giant mental Post-it note to myself reminds me never to fly to Las Vegas on a late Friday night. Flights were delayed all evening including mine and the passengers on board were tired, excited, and many had already started “getting their drink on” at the Gordon Biersch brew pub next to Gate 74 at SFO.

It may be psychosomatic but the early stages Carpal Tunnel syndrome are setting in. Trying to type with my wrists bent at a 90 degree angle, with someone else’s head practically in my lap is not conducive to a healthy posture.

Finally, finally home…

On Friday night, I imagine myself waking up easy and late the next morning, stretching my arms out and yawning prettily to perk up. After a full eight hours of restful, blissful sleep, I would be ready to take on the day. But it rarely worked out this way. Most mornings I wake up with the imprint of my laptop on my forehead.