Zidane apologizes for his behavior, but has no regrets.
I don’t blame him. With all the dramatics those Italian boys put on, I’m sure they hold no punches when it comes to smack talking. But, it’s unreal to see a guy lost it like that in such an important game!!
Second, lack of sleep.
Nhien and I were at work at 10 p.m. last night. No dinner break. A few handful of Cheez-Its sustained us for a while. We were prepping for the event we had this morning which included moving 4 car loads of gift bags and other meeting materials by ourselves.
I got home close to 11 p.m. last night, at which point I was so hungry I couldn’t even eat any more. So, I had a slice of prosciutto…by itself…yes I know…and one half of an apple and a small bottle of Gatorade Rain. I laid out my suit and went to sleep.
I was up at 4:30 a.m. And Nhien also made sure that I was up at 4:30 a.m. LOL. We trudged back out to work. AND then we were back at the office at 6 a.m. to move some more stuff and set up the place. Once again, we were sustained by half a bag of banana chips. Neither one of us got to the food, and by the time the event ended, there were only fruits left.
On that note, the event went swimmingly. Sure there were some hiccups behind the scene, but for those attending, they seemed to really enjoy the show.
One down. Next up is the newsletter.
Eeeeeeeeek! It NEVER ends!!!!
So, with all the time I put in last night, I left with even emptier stomach at 12 noon with some 3 hours leftover of comp time to be used later in the week. I practically ran through the Farmers’ Market, picking up the BACON WRAPPED HOT DOG (oh the scrumptious artery clogging feast! My fist meal of the past 18 hours!!), strawberries, and some nuts, and headed home.
I managed to doze off on the couch for a while when Nhien called. And now I couldn’t go back to sleep. The apartment hit its afternoon heat shift. You know the place got hot all of the sudden around 3:30 everyday. And I’m wired.
I’m dead tired. But sleep is just not for me. Yet.
But all this busy work is keeping my mind off of thinking about my mom. Will update about that tomorrow when I’m more coherent…
Rest. You need rest. So do I. And Gatorade Rain. I drank a big-ass 64 oz bottle of that yesterday.