I'm getting too old for this.

I was up until 2:00 this morning, busy as a bee on methamphetamine. As soon as I got home from work and the errands I had to run (buying bleach for my hair and then going to the grocery store), I started doing housework and other random chores that were overdue. I cleaned Herbie the lizard's cage and all of it's contents, moved my other 50-gallon aquarium into the basement, took a couple of other boxes to the basement, swept the living room and the spare bedroom, changed my bedding, did 4 loads of laundry, washed/dried/put away the dishes, cleaned the toilet, scrubbed the kitchen sink and countertop, took out the garbage, photoshopped a few pictures of Carrie, checked my email and messages, bleached and then put dye on my hair, fed all of the critters (and myself), and finally collapsed.
6:30 came EARLY this morning, especially after losing the hour to daylight savings time only two days ago. And waking up with the furkids all nested around me didn't make it any easier to drag my sorry ass out of bed.
But I made it to work on time, and I've slowly been trying to crawl out of the drowsy haze. Yesterday at work I was productive, as well, and I was able to get more than 20 sample reports out this morning.
It's only Tuesday, but so far I'm having a pretty good week.  (=