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So today was just an...off-kilter day. I didn't much care for it.
I woke up at the usual time and scurried off to work, but as soon as I walked in, Jordan told me he'd scheduled me off for today. Oh..okay? My fault for not checking the upcoming schedules, but I was banking on having to work next weekend, not this one. In fact, having a day off in the week of the seventh was going to be a real problem-solver. More than that, I don't take Mondays as my day off, I take Wednesdays, and if you're going to switch that around, maybe you could, I don't know, run that by me first/
Whatever, it's sorta nice to go into work and realize you have the whole day to do whatever you want with, and that unlike most weekends I didn't sleep until 11. I even ran to Target and picked up a nifty Batman shirt and some of those trendy-stupid shape-bracelet things that look like the Riddler when you take them off (there are other villains too, but I'm all about the Riddler).
And after that...huh. I just couldn't get a handle on the day. Around eleven, I was truly zonked (only managed 4 hours of sleep last night), so I took a nap that lasted until 2:30-ish, because that won't screw you up any more, amarite?
Mostly, I hate surprises. I hate when the day unfolds differently than I thought it would because someone else made different plans (not a divine "Someone Else"--just when someone calls me at the last minute and changes things around). I can't get my feet under me. So instead of having a day off in which I feel accomplished, maybe one where I read a book that needed reading (like The Manual of Detection), or drawing, or writing, or sorting my library books to bring back, I dicked around on the internet, re-read bits of Dresden books I already know, sort of tried some nanowrimo writing, and generally got nothing done, leaving me feeling very...off-kilter.
Meph. At least my Batman shirt is cool.
And ice cream with Katie was fun.
I woke up at the usual time and scurried off to work, but as soon as I walked in, Jordan told me he'd scheduled me off for today. Oh..okay? My fault for not checking the upcoming schedules, but I was banking on having to work next weekend, not this one. In fact, having a day off in the week of the seventh was going to be a real problem-solver. More than that, I don't take Mondays as my day off, I take Wednesdays, and if you're going to switch that around, maybe you could, I don't know, run that by me first/
Whatever, it's sorta nice to go into work and realize you have the whole day to do whatever you want with, and that unlike most weekends I didn't sleep until 11. I even ran to Target and picked up a nifty Batman shirt and some of those trendy-stupid shape-bracelet things that look like the Riddler when you take them off (there are other villains too, but I'm all about the Riddler).
And after that...huh. I just couldn't get a handle on the day. Around eleven, I was truly zonked (only managed 4 hours of sleep last night), so I took a nap that lasted until 2:30-ish, because that won't screw you up any more, amarite?
Mostly, I hate surprises. I hate when the day unfolds differently than I thought it would because someone else made different plans (not a divine "Someone Else"--just when someone calls me at the last minute and changes things around). I can't get my feet under me. So instead of having a day off in which I feel accomplished, maybe one where I read a book that needed reading (like The Manual of Detection), or drawing, or writing, or sorting my library books to bring back, I dicked around on the internet, re-read bits of Dresden books I already know, sort of tried some nanowrimo writing, and generally got nothing done, leaving me feeling very...off-kilter.
Meph. At least my Batman shirt is cool.
And ice cream with Katie was fun.