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This morning my cellphone rang loudly at 3:57. I wasn't quite in time to answer it, but by the message it left, it was a fax. Probably a spam fax offering me cheap airfare to Florida. The ID was blocked so I have no way to call them back and scream at them. Bell won't track them down for me, roll them in honey and stake them out on an anthill, will they? No? Damn.
Not. Happy.
4 in the morning is a dreadful time to be woken up. It's clearly far to early to get up, but you've had enough sleep at that point that falling back to sleep immediately, especially with all that adrenaline in your system, is difficult. I wound up finishing Night Train to Paris -- not one of the better Manning Coles, sadly, not nearly enough Hambledon and he's not being amusing when he is there. And really, without Hambledon chattering inconsequentially, the all-around competence is just less interesting. Finally managed to get some sleep around 6:30. Some kind soul brought brownies in to the office. Have just eaten some hot and sour soup -- it seems like that kind of a day.
Not. Happy.
4 in the morning is a dreadful time to be woken up. It's clearly far to early to get up, but you've had enough sleep at that point that falling back to sleep immediately, especially with all that adrenaline in your system, is difficult. I wound up finishing Night Train to Paris -- not one of the better Manning Coles, sadly, not nearly enough Hambledon and he's not being amusing when he is there. And really, without Hambledon chattering inconsequentially, the all-around competence is just less interesting. Finally managed to get some sleep around 6:30. Some kind soul brought brownies in to the office. Have just eaten some hot and sour soup -- it seems like that kind of a day.