Dead Batteries
As usual, I went to bed later than I should have last night.
For no reason at all, I woke up at about 4:20 in the morning. Thought, "Gee it's really bright in here." Tried to look at my watch to see what time it was. Gave up because I can never see what's on my watch anyway unless there really is a lot of light and not just the spillover from the complex lighting in between the buildings. Checked the time on my cell phone and went back to sleep.
The cell phone alarm went off at it's usual time. I turned it off, as I always do, and prepared to doze back off for another then minutes or so until the watch alarm reminded me "No, really, you really have to get up, like, now."
I doze into a really neat, amazing and probably important dream that I can, of course, remember very little of other than it was neat, amazing and probably important. More or less at the prompting of one of the characters in the dream, I wake up and think: "OK, now I know it's really bright in here and that's just not right."
Checking my watch for the time again, I notice I still can't see what time it is. Checking the cell phone I see that it's the time I should be stepping onto the metro to go to work.
Seems the watch battery decided it was done sometime in the middle of the night. I'm guessing somewhere around 4:20.
All day, I've been looking at the dead watch on my wrist. Every time I'm frustrated because I don't know what time it is. I'm bad like that. I need my timepieces when I'm actually doing stuff. It's how I keep myself on track.
All in all, it seems like it's just been one of those days. Which, so far, makes this one of those weeks.
And all I really want is a nap.
OK... a nap and about $80,000.
Yeah, that would be good.
For no reason at all, I woke up at about 4:20 in the morning. Thought, "Gee it's really bright in here." Tried to look at my watch to see what time it was. Gave up because I can never see what's on my watch anyway unless there really is a lot of light and not just the spillover from the complex lighting in between the buildings. Checked the time on my cell phone and went back to sleep.
The cell phone alarm went off at it's usual time. I turned it off, as I always do, and prepared to doze back off for another then minutes or so until the watch alarm reminded me "No, really, you really have to get up, like, now."
I doze into a really neat, amazing and probably important dream that I can, of course, remember very little of other than it was neat, amazing and probably important. More or less at the prompting of one of the characters in the dream, I wake up and think: "OK, now I know it's really bright in here and that's just not right."
Checking my watch for the time again, I notice I still can't see what time it is. Checking the cell phone I see that it's the time I should be stepping onto the metro to go to work.
Seems the watch battery decided it was done sometime in the middle of the night. I'm guessing somewhere around 4:20.
All day, I've been looking at the dead watch on my wrist. Every time I'm frustrated because I don't know what time it is. I'm bad like that. I need my timepieces when I'm actually doing stuff. It's how I keep myself on track.
All in all, it seems like it's just been one of those days. Which, so far, makes this one of those weeks.
And all I really want is a nap.
OK... a nap and about $80,000.
Yeah, that would be good.