As they turn your dreams to sheep
I dreamed last night that toastmantom and I were supposed to perform two sets in a club. The talent scout was coming for the second set. After we finished the first one, I went upstairs, while Toasty and a bunch of other people worked on making the punch for the Memorial Day Party. I went for a drive in Baltimore with my mom and some other people, and saw there were a lot of really really tall trees with large grapefruit hanging down. "There's pomegranates, too!" said the driver, whoever he was, and after I unsuccessfully tried to take one off a tree (it turned out to be a strawberry), we returned to the club to discover that Toasty was now too drunk to perform a second set so our big chance at stardom was ruined. Boy, was I mad! The dream went on into other directions, but that was the best part.
By the way, neither toastmantom nor I are musicians.
I'm exhausted. First, there was the trip to Vegas last weekend - fun, but draining. Then, I went to Baltimore for 36 hours for work to do a presentation at a training meeting for some of our remote employees. As an aside, Baltimore was great and I got to see the Mango_King! ♥ But... I got to Baltimore at 7 p.m. on Tuesday and left at 7 a.m. on Thursday. I got back to LA at 9:30, went home to take a shower, and went straight back to work. Work, work, work. My reward for working 60+ hours per week is just more work.
And then there's Chip. We boarded him at the vet's while we were in Vegas and she was really pleased with his progress. The day we picked him up, he had great numbers, the lowest it's been. When I got back from Baltimore, I thought he was not doing so well. He was acting very diabetic, and obviously not feeling good. Sure enough, his blood sugar level on Sunday night was through the roof. Why? Why? I don't know. I just know that I am a failure at taking his blood sugar readings, and a failure at giving him his shot. My cat sees the glucose monitor and tries to run from me. He squeaks piteously and tries to flee when he sees the insulin needle. It's been three weeks and it's not getting any easier and it's not getting any better.
I had what was probably a stress migraine all day yesterday. I've never had one before, so, it probably wasn't a TRUE migraine; more likely, a sinus headache. I couldn't look at light and the front of my face along my cheekbones was puffy and it hurt to touch. Of course I went to work. It's like the Titanic hitting an iceberg if I don't show up to work, or, if I actually leave on time. So, I guess I better hop to it and go to work, as I've got a good 10-12 hours there ahead of me.
By the way, neither toastmantom nor I are musicians.
I'm exhausted. First, there was the trip to Vegas last weekend - fun, but draining. Then, I went to Baltimore for 36 hours for work to do a presentation at a training meeting for some of our remote employees. As an aside, Baltimore was great and I got to see the Mango_King! ♥ But... I got to Baltimore at 7 p.m. on Tuesday and left at 7 a.m. on Thursday. I got back to LA at 9:30, went home to take a shower, and went straight back to work. Work, work, work. My reward for working 60+ hours per week is just more work.
And then there's Chip. We boarded him at the vet's while we were in Vegas and she was really pleased with his progress. The day we picked him up, he had great numbers, the lowest it's been. When I got back from Baltimore, I thought he was not doing so well. He was acting very diabetic, and obviously not feeling good. Sure enough, his blood sugar level on Sunday night was through the roof. Why? Why? I don't know. I just know that I am a failure at taking his blood sugar readings, and a failure at giving him his shot. My cat sees the glucose monitor and tries to run from me. He squeaks piteously and tries to flee when he sees the insulin needle. It's been three weeks and it's not getting any easier and it's not getting any better.
I had what was probably a stress migraine all day yesterday. I've never had one before, so, it probably wasn't a TRUE migraine; more likely, a sinus headache. I couldn't look at light and the front of my face along my cheekbones was puffy and it hurt to touch. Of course I went to work. It's like the Titanic hitting an iceberg if I don't show up to work, or, if I actually leave on time. So, I guess I better hop to it and go to work, as I've got a good 10-12 hours there ahead of me.