Tired!/Merchandise move

I don't know what my deal is but lately I am totally exhausted! My sleep schedule is all weird as well. I've been sleeping in which is great, but I need a full half hour or more of doing absolutely nothing before I can get going. When I get home I can't fall asleep. I get this burst of energy to clean or write or draw for a little bit, then I totally crash and want to do nothing but zombie-out in front of the TV.

It could be the cold. Cold plus snow plus basement apartment equals hibernation?

Incidentally - did you know that real estate agencies list basement apartments as - get this - HAHAHA! - garden apartments. There's nothing garden-y about this place!

I know what my mom will say when she reads this. Tired? Cut the caffeine and cut out the sugar. Eat better and you'll feel better. I know she's right. But coffee is like gasoline to my body's engine and I don't know how to stop! :o)

So the company I work for has all us store managers in the process of doing a complete merchandise move in our stores. This involves taking down every piece of old merchandise and putting in a new nonsensical place along with the new merch according to a new visual plan that goes against every visual plan the company has ever used before. Move all the stock to new places, re-price, and explain to customers why they and we cannot find anything. AARRGGHH!

I will leave you with some retail-related quotes from last night's episode of Black Books:

Bernard: Have you ever bought a book at half ten in the morning?
Manny: Now that you mention it...
Bernard: No. You see? That would be a world gone topsy-turvey... You obviously don't have what it takes to sell a book. People don't want them in the morning.

Manny: You know this could be a really lovely place.
Bernard: It is a lovely place!
Manny: You could wax the shelves and get rid of whatever it is that makes you stick to the floor over here.
Bernard: You're supposed to stick to the floor over there. I like it like that. Stops children running around.

(Customer looking in the window.)
Bernard: Just look at this bastard. That right. We're having lunch. Come on in. Look at him! What does he want from me? Why can't they just leave me alone. I mean what do they want from me?
Manny: They want to buy books.
Bernard: Yes but why me?? Why do they come to me?
Manny: Because you sell books.
Bernard: Yeah I know.