Nov 24, 2003 11:36
Finally back at work and starting to rediscover motivation, or at least the drive to fill the time which sometimes passes as motivation.
Suffered a broken night's sleep last night - the telephone rang at about 2am, and I leapt out of bed thinking the worst, adrenaline pumping and the rage at being woken up starting to filter into the mix, and discovered it was some inept Asian male attempting to make an obscene phone call. The rage took over at this point - not because I was outraged at the phone call, but because he'd woken me up. Needless to say he was sent packing in short order with some nifty if unpleasant imagery and a suitcase of expletives.
Strange dreams have been stalking me for the last few days, including Saturday night when it seemed to involve an awful lot of fighting, running and hunting. I'm not overly sure what that signifies, apart from the fact that I threw the pillows around a lot and had to completely remake the bed.
And today at work I've just been going through the piles of accumulated detritus on my desk and attempting to regain the task-oriented mindset. Not entirely sure how successful this is, but at least it's getting me back into the swing of hte urban jungle. *insert Tarzan battle cry here*