Step one: Get up, despite the protests of my cats, my spine, the rest of my body, and the lingering remains of whatever dream I was previously blissfully enjoying. Pray that I remembered to pack my bags for work the night before, as insomnia and an overactive mind often combine to prevent me from remembering anything in the morning, including ( Read more... )

We have a new girl in my office. She's very nice; we're getting along pretty well, so far. She's still in that 'feeling things out' stage -- the period where you say semi-comprehensible things to see who among your new co-workers can communicate with you on which levels. So far, she's offered to join me and J. on our outing to The Ruins at the ( Read more... )

Get up. Get dressed. Due to pain issues and lingering exhaustion, lack the spoons to deal with actual Halloween costume-age; instead, wear sensible shoes, blue jeans, a camouflage T-shirt, and long black coat. Head for office.

Upon reaching office, enjoy the following exchange with a co-worker:

Him: And what are you supposed to be today?
Me: ( Read more... )

Sing a song of sixpence, a pocket full of rye.
The birds are in the nests and I wish so were I.
I don't know why I'm conscious, I'm wobbly and more,
I think there's a good chance I'll wind up face-down on the floor!It is four-thirty in the morning. I have already been awake for an hour, and at work for forty-five minutes. I do not consider this ( Read more... )

Since this is my first day back at work following quite a few lovely, lovely days off, it's a relative Monday -- a day that isn't really a Monday, but sure as heck feels like one. I'll have some deeper, more insightful things to say later on, as well as some fluffy, pointless ones (still being me, after all), but first, here are some random ( Read more... )

Me, to my boss:

"Can I come to work like this every day? There's something oddly reassuring about the feeling of half-congealed gore running down the side of my face."

My boss, to me:

"You'll have to supply your own gore."

Score!

Hi.

I am not a professional musician, and I have a day job; this is true. However, spontaniously walking up to me at work and saying you love my CD, but don't need to buy a copy because you ripped it off of someone else's iPod? Does not actually endear you to me. In fact, it does quite the opposite. I don't need anyone to buy this CD -- we did ( Read more... )

5:15 AM: Alarm goes off, terminating absolutely bizarre dream about going to Great America with Jon and Merav. (The dream was largely bizarre because it involved Great America being a chain, ala Six Flags; we all three went to the one in Jersey City, before I wound up somehow back in California, trying to go to the one in Santa Clara. Also, at ( Read more... )

If I seem to be absent from my usual online haunts a bit more than is strictly my norm right now, it's because the combination of conventions (two in under a month is a bit much, even for me -- and if you go by 'span of thirty days', not 'calendar', it's actually three), horrible colds, and getting really, really slammed at work. The latter is ( Read more... )

...if I seem a little bit out-of-sorts today, it's because...

1) It was raining this morning. Just pissy sprinkling at first, but as I was standing on the BART platform, the clouds decided that they'd have more fun spreading wide and giving us a good, old-fashioned downpour. Thanks, clouds. Thanks a lot. I'm barefoot, not because I want to be ( Read more... )