Weekly Huge Post
Buhh....hard time waking up this morning. Had the usual problems with sleep last night: dreaming that I couldn't sleep, waking up enough to turn over and realize that my damned mind played the same damned trick for the hundredth damned time. Getting a text at 12:30 didn't help...and it wasn't even from Ryan, and I'm pretty sure it was part of a mass-texting. Either that or James completely forgot the whole Ruth-goes-to-bed-wicked-early-on-Friday-nights thing. Which wouldn't be surprising.
Not only can I not wake up, I can't get warm here at work. The thermostat says 67, but either it lies, or it's colder by the window, or...I don't know. All I know is that I'm goddamned freezing. Keep telling myself to get off my butt to work out, but then the tired part kicks in...I probably will in a minute, just...not yet.
Of course, I might also wait until after one Saturday regular has come and gone. She's nice, but...odd. She'll do some machines wrong, but then start doing them right at the next station change; she skips around the room with seemingly no pattern (I've watched for one); and the language barrier (she's Polish) doesn't help anything, as she'll ask something about the town calendar, and I'll have to guess what she means. Or she'll ask something I have no way of knowing, then be completely surprised when I use the computer to look it up...as if I magically knew the weather, and using weather.com to answer her question about rain is a new, delightful idea. I don't know her name and she doesn't sign in, and at this point it's too late to ask. Oy!
Still, she's better than the one who would come charging in as soon as I turned the lights on--no Open sign, no music, no voice, just the lights--and not say a word to me the entire time, either in greeting or departing. I haven't seen that one in a while...*shrug*
The plan for today was for Ryan to come over after I got home from work, and the two of us would tackle my room for a few hours. At the moment, I just want to crash on the first bed I see and sleep for a dozen hours. Of course, I feel that way every Saturday morning, and by the time I'm able to do so, I'm just awake enough that it'd be useless to try. It's actually a bit annoying.
Hm. Karate Guy is putting out his flags--USA and POW/MIA. Odd that he'll take it in at night, but not during bad weather. *shrug* I want to like him, he seems very nice, but the pickup truck I think is his has a "Say NObama/Vote McCain" sticker on it. And I'm so rabid about my politics. *eye roll*
Alright, I guess I'll stop bellyaching and move my butt. Whine.
Not only can I not wake up, I can't get warm here at work. The thermostat says 67, but either it lies, or it's colder by the window, or...I don't know. All I know is that I'm goddamned freezing. Keep telling myself to get off my butt to work out, but then the tired part kicks in...I probably will in a minute, just...not yet.
Of course, I might also wait until after one Saturday regular has come and gone. She's nice, but...odd. She'll do some machines wrong, but then start doing them right at the next station change; she skips around the room with seemingly no pattern (I've watched for one); and the language barrier (she's Polish) doesn't help anything, as she'll ask something about the town calendar, and I'll have to guess what she means. Or she'll ask something I have no way of knowing, then be completely surprised when I use the computer to look it up...as if I magically knew the weather, and using weather.com to answer her question about rain is a new, delightful idea. I don't know her name and she doesn't sign in, and at this point it's too late to ask. Oy!
Still, she's better than the one who would come charging in as soon as I turned the lights on--no Open sign, no music, no voice, just the lights--and not say a word to me the entire time, either in greeting or departing. I haven't seen that one in a while...*shrug*
The plan for today was for Ryan to come over after I got home from work, and the two of us would tackle my room for a few hours. At the moment, I just want to crash on the first bed I see and sleep for a dozen hours. Of course, I feel that way every Saturday morning, and by the time I'm able to do so, I'm just awake enough that it'd be useless to try. It's actually a bit annoying.
Hm. Karate Guy is putting out his flags--USA and POW/MIA. Odd that he'll take it in at night, but not during bad weather. *shrug* I want to like him, he seems very nice, but the pickup truck I think is his has a "Say NObama/Vote McCain" sticker on it. And I'm so rabid about my politics. *eye roll*
Alright, I guess I'll stop bellyaching and move my butt. Whine.