I worked today (yay!). I spent the day at the temporary staffing agency where I'm registered, and just made phone calls all day.

If there's one thing working for the Episcopal Diocese of Texas broke me of, it's my fear of phone calls.

So the first half of the day, I phoned associates (people registered with the agency) to wish them a happy birthday. They were several days behind, so that took a while. But people were really cute when they realized why I was calling, and one woman called back in the afternoon to tell me that I'd made an old lady's day.

The afternoon was spent calling professional references for potential associates, which was not as enjoyable as well-wishing, but certainly not bad. It was fun to be in an office again, to get to wear my heels and pencil skirt and a cardigan and to play professional, peppy Carolyn.

When I got home a little while ago, I couldn't figure out why I was so tired. I sat at a desk all day, and the work isn't even as mentally taxing as it used to be on me.

Oh, that's right, I didn't sleep last night.

Okay, I slept some. I got home from work at the bar around 10:30, took Bennet out, and decompressed for a while. But I was still restless. I blame the dirty chai I picked up from Whole Foods right before my shift, but it may as well have been my busy mind that kept me from rest. I tossed and turned for a few hours, then laid awake, checking my phone after periods of time that felt like ages (which were actually something more like four, seven, and three minutes long), then half-dozed until my alarm went off at 6:15am.

I was afraid this morning that I'd be miserable at work, but the newness was enough to keep my adrenaline going, and the coffee made up the difference.

But as soon as I got home, I crashed, feeling the exhaustion, and my promise to Bennet that we'd go to the doggy park is now going unfulfilled.

Instead, I'm combining leftover spinach, tomato, a chicken soup mix (without the chicken), and some extra pasta into a hearty vegetarian soup for dinner. I'm pretty damn proud of myself for using what's already in my kitchen (go me), but I'm also crossing my fingers that it doesn't taste like something only bacteria could love.

Verdict: Bacteria would love it, but I don't hate it. Win.