Can't sleep...

Yay! I have a follower. Now comes a disclaimer... any entries I do after, say... 10 pm... any reader should know that likely I am 1) tired, 2) too wired to sleep and 3) can't think of anything better to do. Gotta love techology mixed with a self-proclaimed dork.
So here's my randomness...aka what happened today and lessons learned. Work has been calling for lots of OT (we are nearing a month of mandatory 8 hours a week or more). I hit the proverbial wall and needed help to make it through the day. I grabbed an energy drink, small coffee, 2 cookies and my radio. The radio lost power early in the day, and it took me all day to drink the guarana/taurine thingie. There is a point... I also took my daily meds (calcium, B vitamin and multivitamin). Need to stay healthy, especially in an office where sick bugs fly rampant. Anyways, the drink has 100% of the daily dose of some stuff, including Niacin (its a B vitamin)... there is also Niacin in my B vitamin and multivitamin. Any one that takes Niacin knows of a potential side effect known as flushing. Over the course of my day, I had injested 300% of my daily *need*. I turned bright red... and stayed that way for a long while. Even as the vitamin went through my system, my nose refused to calm down. Go ahead, start singing "Rudolph the Red-nose Reindeer", I've heard it before. In fact, I heard it today at the grocery store... @ 7 pm tonight.
So I am wired... sugar, caffeine and a long day that messed up my usual schedule. I'll be fine. I just need to get to the "crash" part of this circus.
Back to work... one of the few guys in my department asked why I looked "off". My hair was messed, my face pink, my jeans hanging off my hips and me dancing at the copier with my headset on. He asked if I had gotten lucky the night before and why I was wearing my boyfriend's jeans. Um... no, and sorry, they're my jeans. I haven't gone shopping for stuff that fits yet, and I can never find my belt in the morning. But he obviously liked the fitted shirt I was wearing, or the cross that hangs right above my bra. I was worried he was going to make a comment about a chicken pox scar that I have in a secluded spot. I would blame the sugar in the cookies, but I routinely sway and airdrum while waiting for my documents to print. You have to find your own fun. With work letting us wear jeans all month, in hopes of upping morale and making us more productive (hahaha, it is to laugh... productivity in DECEMBER? Surely you jest), we have all adopted a more casual approach to eachother. More people have noticed the oddity I bring to the place, and enjoy my antics.
A little boy called me Rudolph at the store. I have heard it a million times... I was born with a very pink nose (and mom has pics to prove it-such is the curse of being the first born). I could go on for pages about my nose, and how it is a tell for what I am thinking, etc... But not here.
By now, you likely figured I really don't have those odd barriers most people have. I'm just waiting for someone to ask a question or submit an idea, thinking there is no way would I take the bait... but embarrassment is not something I feel often.
More randomness... a bud sent me a link to stories, good ones. Maybe when my fingers cramp up, I'll click over and read one in hopes of a really good dream. If I can ever get to sleep! It could make it worse... get me all randy with no source of relief. And she made me promise to behave. :P So I will be a good girl, but my curiousity is building. I used to write those types of stories, WE used to write those types of stories... I miss that. I wrote them before I even knew what I was talking about... before my first kiss, even. Yeah, I was a little late on the dating scene. Stop laughing! I don't care... Besides, the reality of the "first kiss" was far, far below my hopes. Guess that's why the few guys I have kissed say I do a good job... I try a little harder in hopes or reaping a better response. But I am way off topic. More off topic, in hopes of helping me find a carer path, she suggested I make a list of things I like to do. I will make sure not to work on it after viewing the site, lest I appear to want to be a pornstar or something.
So today's lessons: I should not do energy drinks, I should go home at a decent hour, find clothes that fit my slightly smaller shape, avoid little boys, and if I get a little frisky after ending this post... kick my bud in the butt for making me make that promise and do homework after my mind goes in the gutter. ;)