Am sick. Have mountain of grading and lesson-planning to do, cat-ears to clean, litter box to empty, apartment entropy to slow. Want to curl up with hot tea and sleep some more.

Oh yes, also must find job. So looking forward to writing personal essay all bright and shiny and idealistic-sounding.

So I'm wearing one of the wraparound dresses with a camisole. Kinda stabbing in the dark with the colour combo, but I think it works okay. The other one, which is pale beige with a black print might be a little harder to work. But for tonight, well set. Thanks for the loan, Kat!

{{{Emily}}}

The hot tea and sleep seem like a good place to start to me.

Bah. Stupid insomnia....

I hope the insomnia fairy left, tommyrot.

THE CLOCKS WENT FORWARD.

Why couldn't I have remembered that before a) staying out late and b) taking the muscle relaxant?

I still have to wait for it to work before I can sleep, I guess.

Saw 300, and it's a pretty guaranteed migraine-inducer, especially in IMAX. Which I didn't think of until I was already seated. Still, enjoyable, even though I had to rest my eyes a few times. Totally stunned by the Rodrigo Santoro performance, and I do have to say...Xerxes? Total go'a'uld. Total.

And that's just for starters.

We went with some of the visual effects guys--the one we know did some of the blood. Lots to go round. But it was nice and nostalgic to cheer for the latter parts of the credits.

Okay, I'm gonna lie down now and think muscularly relaxing thoughts.

Great. Board time's fucked.

Now I get to wonder if it's still screwed up.

Cats woke me at the (real) 5 AM to be fed. Despite the fact that they never get fed until 6. If I was really mean, I wouldn't feed them until 7 this morning....

Yes, I think board time is still screwed up. It's 6:55 AM here, for comparison.

Real time, Eastern, is 8:17 as I'm composing. Board time should be 5:17, but reads 4:17.