I'm allowed to have bad nights too, you know. you don't have a monopoly on them.
Tag: ducks
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That's all I'm going to be good for today, I do believe. Had a rough night last night. Woke up at 1am when Katy was coughing up a lung, or so it seemed, then got caught up in a loopy dream that kept my CPU usage in the redline and prevented me from getting back to sleep. I hate that sort of fugue state, where you're kinda sorta awake but still dreaming and you know you're dreaming, but you can't do anythign about it. Then dinner came back to haunt me and I started burping like an idiot – dead sexy I was. I finally managed to get my mind off of what was keeping me up and I got a few hours of decent sleep, but I'm braindead today and my shoulders and chest are stiff. Not good.
That's a nice way to start the week
I need to get my watch repaired. Joy. I looked at it this morning and it was off by 20 minutes (which by itself almost gave me a coronary as I was running late) and now the sweep hand of the chronograph is stuck. I am not a happy camper.
Truer words were never spoken
I have the dumbs today.
I had a rough night last night. I blame the quiche. It tasted really nice but gave me a really evil case of heartburn at 2am. I also blame the really psychotic dream I had at around 3am. I hate that sort of dream, especially since I tend to have it regularly. When I'm involved in a particularly challenging or interesting project at work, I tend to take it home with me and I dream about it. Intensively. As in, I'm compiling code bit by bit in my dreams, or trying to create a Theory-Of-Everything or something of the sort. The worst thing is that I know I'm dreaming, and I know it's all crap, but I can't break out of it and I keep going through the motions. The most annoying thing is that when I finally manage to semi-wake up, I'm still thinking about my dream and I have to consciously work at trying to think about something else. It's harder than it seems. You try *not* thinking about something.
Today will not be a productive day.
Show me a way to go home.
Today is not a good day.
The doctor's appointment that I thought was this afternoon is, was, in fact, yesterday. As such, the glorious excuse I had to get out of a full day of sitting on my ass in uncomfortable chairs listening to boring talks all day just went poof!
Conferences are evil. Even if I'm interested in the topic (which is rare), I can't stand sitting in cramped uncomfortable seats all day. I get fidgety. I get bored, and then I get pissy. It seems that academics are enamored with conferences. How people can enjoy them is beyond me. And now there's a full day of them.
YAY
I'm hearing in mono
My left ear is blocked and I'm hearing all wonky.
Tired thoughts
It takes a lot of energy to be happy and cheerful for two people and my batteries are running low. Where's the energizer bunny when you need him?
Not a happy bunny
Lots of little things are conspiring to piss me off today.
I miss Montreal cabs
I went to the surgery to drop off a prescription renewal for Katy just before catching my bus for work. I thought I had loads of time, until I saw the queue for the reception. Suffice it to say, the blue-rinse brigade caused me to miss my bus. Crap. The only way I had to get into the office was to take a cab, because the bus to Hinxtom takes forever – when it's running, that is. Unfortunately, you just can't hail a cab in Cambridge, you have to order one and it took me 20 minutes to get one. Then there's the price…. 20 quid to get to work!
Deep philosophical question
How can a nose be runny and stuffed up at the same time??