Slow news day. Not such a bad thing when the outfit you write for is looking for alarming news. About the most terrifying thing I could come up with was Miers' nomination to the SC (which reeks so strongly of cronyism that I've been looking for the Febreze). jorend changed the template around a bit so that it's a little grittier; the shades of grey ( Read more... )

It's been a long, lazy afternoon here. It feels more like the end of summer now, what with the thunderstorm rolling in. No rain yet, but the skies are grumbling and darkening under clouds that look like smoke. An inconstant wind is rustling the leaves outside like an uncle tousling his favorite niece's hair.
( Saturday. )

Four hours of sleep last night. Again, the sleeping pills did nothing. I lay awake and listened to the storm come in, but when I woke up at 6:30 it had gone. The weather meter said it was 58° F outside. It had to be some kind of mistake, but when I took Nala out to do her business it was chillier than it had been. Almost shivery. Poor Nala must ( Read more... )

For those of you interested in that kind of thing, The Alarmist is now available as a RSS feed via alarmistfeed.

I'm down to getting maybe four or five hours of sleep a night, none of it particularly restful. It isn't a matter of not trying or not getting to bed early enough; on some occasions I've been in bed and trying to sleep for four hours before it finally happens. Sleeping pills don't work. Light exercise before bed doesn't work. I don't drink caffeine ( Read more... )

The Alarmist went live today. Four articles up already. All true, we swear it. We can't make up stuff like this anymore.

The Alarmist: The truth will make you freak.

It was one of those mental non sequitur moments that threatens to make my life interesting. I was coming back to the office after going home for lunch when I spotted an old cop looking disdainfully at some litter on the side of the road and I thought about The Alarmist.
( This is a story about two guys and a website. )

I did go out later in the day, once for groceries and once for books. Nala and Ghibli have gone back and forth between playing with each other and sleeping with each other. It's a simple life for them.
( A dream; et cetera. )

Nightmares last night. Woke up feeling very bad.

Last night, I had a dream that I took in a stray dog. It got along with Nala and with Ghibli fairly well, and seemed somewhere between glad to be off the streets and nervous about being in a new environment.