Aaaagh.
I bumped up the topamax to the 100mg dose two nights ago. The sleepiness seems to have kicked in today. Which is not a HUGE problem, as I am not yet swamped with work, etc etc.
Except that at 7AM, one of my fire alarms started beeping. There are three. Within about 5 feet of each other. (One for each bedroom and one for the hallway, I"m sure it's some sort of code thing, but it's ridic). In my sleep and drug muddled state, it took me forever to figure out (a) what that motherfucking beeping noise was (b) which one it was coming from, and (c) how to make it stop.
Then at 8AM the maintenance guy calls to see if he can stop by today and look at the vine that's growing through my kitchen wall. It took me a while to figure out that he didn't mean he was here right now.
Then I went back to having nightmares about kittens, skunks, zombies, Harry Potter cookies (?), maintenance man walking in, etc etc. Then somebody robocalled my cellphone. In SPANISH. Etc. Etc.
I am still not awake. Certainly not awake enough to go get dressed and find coffee. Which was my original plan for the day: get up, do errands, take laptop with so I could do some work once I found the coffee...
Oh, for crying out loud. I totally just spaced out on my therapy appointment. I suck!
Did you at least get your meatball sub?
And, my thesis buddy was actually relieved when I asked about rescheduling. She's got some things she still has to finish up before graduating and this gives her some breathing room too. We were both pushing through for the party this weekend for the other person, which kind of cracks me up.
You may also get more people able to make it on a non-holiday weekend.
No, it was raining so I went to Au Bon Pain for soup and sandwich.
Raise~ma, Suzi!
Glad you had a good start, Aims!
We had DQ for lunch and Olivia dipped her french fries in her ice cream. I never taught her that. Must be genetic.
Mmmm...Au Bon Pain soup and sandwich. That sounds yum.
When someone asks you to arrange a meeting, and you painstakingly contact everyone on a list, find the best possible time for the group, reserve a room, and send out an email notification--and then two days later get a message from the person who asked you to do all this, saying that the group that you'd scheduled for next Wed. at 10:30 will be meeting Thurs. at 10:00, and can you please let the group know? With no explanation, apology, or even acknowledgment that you'd arranged something different.
I'm a fan of the passive aggressive innocent response. "Of course! Is that in addition to the 10:30 Wednesday meeting that all participants already confirmed for, or do we need to ask them all to reschedule?"
I'm a fan of the passive aggressive innocent response. "Of course! Is that in addition to the 10:30 Wednesday meeting that all participants already confirmed for, or do we need to ask them all to reschedule?"
Heh. Wish I hadn't already replied.
Turns out there was a perfectly good rationale--K had a conflict come up on Wednesday, and he's the chair of the committee. So if N had just included a line to that effect and said, "So I went ahead and found a new time because I know you're busy," all would've been good. Or, just, you know, rescheduled and not bothered to tell me at all. I'm fine with being TOTALLY out of the occasional loop. It's just partial info that drives me crazy.
