Everytime I unearth something he yips, "Oh that's my favorite [long forgotten item]!" and needs to play with it for two seconds until he's distracted by the next discovery.
This is why packing to move is so hard!
Is it too early to go to bed?
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Everytime I unearth something he yips, "Oh that's my favorite [long forgotten item]!" and needs to play with it for two seconds until he's distracted by the next discovery.
This is why packing to move is so hard!
Is it too early to go to bed?
Is it too early to go to bed?
I've been asking this since 6.
he yips, "Oh that's my favorite [long forgotten item]!" and needs to play with it for two seconds until he's distracted by the next discovery.
It's unsettling, how much this process resembles my working ability at this our. I think I also yip (that's a very nice verb I've just learn, yay new words, and I'm sure that doing it sounds just like it's written, but I'm too tired to write that ono-what's-it's-face long word, even with all the misspellings in the world). But nobody is here to hear me. And I notice the sad lack of any sort of Matilda around, too.
Jesse and Dana, if I'm staying up way way too late, then it's only fair and in the let's-balance-the-universe spirit of you to go to bed whenever you wanna, no matter what the clock says. You'd be doing the poor un-equilibrium-ed universe a big favor, you know.
Jesse and Dana, if I'm staying up way way too late, then it's only fair and in the let's-balance-the-universe spirit of you to go to bed whenever you wanna, no matter what the clock says. You'd be doing the poor un-equilibrium-ed universe a big favor, you know.
This counts for napping*, too, right?
* and by napping, of course, I mean cleaning one's apartment and putting away clothes like a responsible adult would.
Jesse and Dana, if I'm staying up way way too late, then it's only fair and in the let's-balance-the-universe spirit of you to go to bed whenever you wanna, no matter what the clock says. You'd be doing the poor un-equilibrium-ed universe a big favor, you know.
Sweet. I've also had a headache all day, so I'm hoping I took that one for the team as well.
Hey, if you took the headache for the team, you really *should* take the going-to-bed-early for the team, as well, you know. The universe has to be balanced, in general, but so is your universe, in a way, too.
Fell better (and if the inner Jewish mommy inside hadn't gone to sleep already in a sensible hour, as both inner and outer Jewish mommies do, she'd have told you to make sure you had been getting enough liquids. But she's asleep, so we don't have to let her take over the keyboard, right?).
I already posted this in my LJ, but it is boggling me a bit, so I am going to repost it here:
My town, it is strange and offputting, and somewhat resembling a police state.
It's 2:30am in Tel Aviv! I hope you get to sleep soon, Nilly.
I saw that, Lee, and I can't stand that they aren't instead going against the buildings with (apparently) such bad ventilation/circulation. I mean, WTF.
Oh, and thanks, Nilly. And I'm sorry your report (and people related thereto) is such a pain in the ass! All-nighters are no good, even/especially if you can plan for them.
Tom! You even knew to take into account the daylight savings time! Which is a good thing, because without it, it would be an hour later, so yay one more hour.
I don't know, um, should I write "if" or "when"? Either one. I don't know which one of them will come into play regarding my going-to-sleep tonight. Each year I try to make sure I get the data for that grant report on time, and each year people end up being late, if sending me any at all.
Lee, I didn't read the whole article in your link, but it already seems so strange to me - isn't there anything they can do before taking such measures? Wow.
[Edit: thanks, Jesse! I didn't so much plan for it, as made-sure-I-have-enough-chocolate for it, but I hoped I'd get all the info over the weekend. No such luck. Oh, well.]