Sea of Mess (or) Neurosis Bombs Over Boston
So I am now crouching in my completely untidy apartment, feeling more than a little drained.
Yesterday I stayed home and slept all day, because I woke up feeling sick. And by sick, I mean as close as I ever feel to sick, which is that I woke up feeling like I'd been hit in the head with a sack of bricks, and decided that yesterday was a Nonfunctional Day. So I slept. And slept. Woke up at three, ate soup, and slept some more. Got up at seven-thirty long enough to go to the CVS, go play Rock Band, and sneak back home to bed before my system got wise to too many hours of consciousness.
While I slept, I missed seemingly little work, though I did get invited to a lot of meetings. For those of you who don't work in a business environment, Outlook is Microsoft's all-consuming e-mail/calendaring/task-management tool, and Outlook 2007 will allow you to announce a meeting and invite other people to it. This, to me, is a really endearing feature. It feels a bit like being invited to a party. "Ooh! Really? You'd like me to come to your meeting? I'm so flattered - thanks for thinking of me! Just let me check my schedule and get back to you. Should I bring a salad or a bottle of wine?"
It feels unsporting, somehow, not to respond to the meeting invitations I got yesterday, so I got online to do just that - which of course means that I have dick around on the internet before I can possibly get anything productive done.
Also, note to self: do not go to gym and attempt to run personal-best 5K time after Nonfunctional Day. Do not do it. You may feel as if you can do it, but you cannot do it. Really. You cannot. Oh, my sad weebly legs.
I plan to spend the rest of today trying to restore order to the uninhabitable maelstrom that has become my apartment. That and probably baking apple bread and possibly playing Oblivion now that I have a new monitor. Frankly, the Dark Lord Molag Bal has had it coming for far, far too long. And I will teach him a lesson with my fated sword of destiny... just as soon as I finish editing these meeting objectives. And maybe eat a snack.
Yesterday I stayed home and slept all day, because I woke up feeling sick. And by sick, I mean as close as I ever feel to sick, which is that I woke up feeling like I'd been hit in the head with a sack of bricks, and decided that yesterday was a Nonfunctional Day. So I slept. And slept. Woke up at three, ate soup, and slept some more. Got up at seven-thirty long enough to go to the CVS, go play Rock Band, and sneak back home to bed before my system got wise to too many hours of consciousness.
While I slept, I missed seemingly little work, though I did get invited to a lot of meetings. For those of you who don't work in a business environment, Outlook is Microsoft's all-consuming e-mail/calendaring/task-management tool, and Outlook 2007 will allow you to announce a meeting and invite other people to it. This, to me, is a really endearing feature. It feels a bit like being invited to a party. "Ooh! Really? You'd like me to come to your meeting? I'm so flattered - thanks for thinking of me! Just let me check my schedule and get back to you. Should I bring a salad or a bottle of wine?"
It feels unsporting, somehow, not to respond to the meeting invitations I got yesterday, so I got online to do just that - which of course means that I have dick around on the internet before I can possibly get anything productive done.
Also, note to self: do not go to gym and attempt to run personal-best 5K time after Nonfunctional Day. Do not do it. You may feel as if you can do it, but you cannot do it. Really. You cannot. Oh, my sad weebly legs.
I plan to spend the rest of today trying to restore order to the uninhabitable maelstrom that has become my apartment. That and probably baking apple bread and possibly playing Oblivion now that I have a new monitor. Frankly, the Dark Lord Molag Bal has had it coming for far, far too long. And I will teach him a lesson with my fated sword of destiny... just as soon as I finish editing these meeting objectives. And maybe eat a snack.