The joy of exhaustive living

I went up very early this morning and is now completely exhausted. The story goes: I was suppose to do something really exciting today, and therefore I could not fall asleep last night. This exciting thing took place very early this morning. Thus, lots of excitement = can't fall asleep, get up early = even less sleep. Being very tired I perform every task in a very delicate state, perfect for the purpose of revealing your weak features. Everything I don't do very well I can always hide when I've had a good nights sleep. However, being exhausted makes me do everything sloppy. Example: When I make my tea in the morning, maybe I pour a little water on the side of the cup, the left side. Knowing this I try to think of it when I'm not exhausted but perhaps under pressure, and I realise that I have to pour the water a little bit to the right, and tadaaaah! Not only perfection is reached, but also preventive perfection. Point is that I could never have found this out, had I not been exhausted.

Another example is that I think this posting is very interesting, but I will probably be of a different meaning tomorrow morning...