In the market for a white jacket... without sleeves

I'm tired, I have large silver bags under my eyes, my roots are horrendous, I've worked too many hours to count and I haven't exercised since Jesus was in diapers.

Yesterday, I spent 6 hours in the Urgent Care hospital with Aaron, I have a shit load of papers to grade and a million errands to run. I ate two chocolate chip cookies (the large ones that come shrink wrapped) I haven't consumed enough water, and my hangnails are long enough to hang glide from.

BUT:

I'm getting my roots done today (and spending time with one of my best friends.)
I don't have to go back to work until Tuesday
I have a job
Aaron should recuperate (with help from a very loving nurse [if you ever repeat that, I'll deny it])
I think the bathroom remodel is in its last phase.

While at CVS after a very long day/week, picking up Aaron's prescription, I had to have one filled for Homer, (the cat) too.

Standing in the middle of CVS at 6:30 PM after already having zero sleep from the night before (Aaron was up vomiting all night) on top of administering a test and teaching a class, making work phone calls from an emergency room (where I sat in a hard plastic chair for six hours) only then to run a shit-ton of errands afterward (get dog food, prescriptions, ginger ale) bizarre thoughts crept into my mind and I began to deliriously laugh in the middle of CVS.

After I realized I was losing it, my exact thoughts were:

The next animal I get, I'm going to name something terrible. Like, Shitballs, or Pubic lice. That way, if the vet calls to confirm an appointment they will have to say, "This is ______ Vet calling to confirm Shitballs' appointment for tomorrow at 2. Please bring shitballs' stool sample for testing." That would be so glorious. Or, filling prescriptions would be even better. "I need to fill a prescription for Pubic Lice" AND, you know how they call the name of the person's prescription that's ready over the loud speaker? "Jessi, your prescription is ready, Jessi, please return to the pharmacy." Just think of the fun I could have; "Shitballs, your prescription is ready." "Public Lice, please come to the pharmacy." Delightful.

Any minute the white vans are going to come take me away...

This is your brain on zero sleep.