But I just keep on rolling along with the grace from the Lord above.
I woke up at 8 this morning after being unable to fall asleep until 2. I decided that was unfair, even though I was fairly alert at the time, and could have done well by just getting up and starting my day. When I fell back asleep, I had this odd dream about basically being in a West Wing-type of employment, a desk job at the White House with a bunch of very smart coworkers. I kept getting sent on these tasks I didn't have all the instructions for, or to meetings where I was unprepared and so had to duck out to fetch things. I probably did dream for about forty-four minutes, which is an hour of TV programming.
The last time I had to go back to my office to get something, a marching band came through the halls and I was cheerfully accosted by the drum major. When I slipped into my office, President Bush barged in, rehearsing for a speech or an interview. He looked squinty and stupid and stubborn, and I yelled at him and told him off. When I went back to where my co-workers were having a meeting, I found they were instead having a naked party. Um.
This can only end badly. Oh man, 112 -- it doesn't even feel like a real number yet. I'm at the point where new canon and new footage is going to jolt me like it did when I first saw the second Lord of the Rings movies.
The first news item really, really amuses me.
I keep telling myself I'm going to stay off the computer all day and get something concrete done. It never seems materialize. Even when I get on to do something that needs to be done on my computer, I end up wasting a whole day. I need a fairy godmother. Or possibly a pair of shoulder spirits.
Is anyone else really excited for The Naked Trucker & T-Bone Show on Comedy Central tonight?
Also, note to self: jasmine green tea turns me into a raving, twitching maniac. Not an effective concentration aid. Who knew?
The last time I had to go back to my office to get something, a marching band came through the halls and I was cheerfully accosted by the drum major. When I slipped into my office, President Bush barged in, rehearsing for a speech or an interview. He looked squinty and stupid and stubborn, and I yelled at him and told him off. When I went back to where my co-workers were having a meeting, I found they were instead having a naked party. Um.
This can only end badly. Oh man, 112 -- it doesn't even feel like a real number yet. I'm at the point where new canon and new footage is going to jolt me like it did when I first saw the second Lord of the Rings movies.
The first news item really, really amuses me.
I keep telling myself I'm going to stay off the computer all day and get something concrete done. It never seems materialize. Even when I get on to do something that needs to be done on my computer, I end up wasting a whole day. I need a fairy godmother. Or possibly a pair of shoulder spirits.
Is anyone else really excited for The Naked Trucker & T-Bone Show on Comedy Central tonight?
Also, note to self: jasmine green tea turns me into a raving, twitching maniac. Not an effective concentration aid. Who knew?