I always feel like I Should Be Doing More. Other people need to and should relax and take it easy, but I shouldn't.
An example of this! While I've been trying to fall asleep each night, I've been planning the projects I want to get done in the next six days, because Pete leaves for 3 weeks for events on Wed. afternoon, and I have house guests turning up next Tuesday:
Clear and find places for everything that has built up on the kitchen table, clean the bathroom again, clear a cabinet in the living room so I can at least temporarily store all of the graphic novels and art books that have built up on every flat surface in the living room, buy couch covers and put them on, and clear, sort, and cull everything in that one corner of the library that has become multiple teetering stacks of things. And work, and go to social events on Friday night and Saturday day.
I am starting to think I won't get all of that done. But I feel like I need to! /crazybrain
Poor fangless Loki. But I hope he feels better.
I have too many podcasts to listen to. Not all of my work days lend themselves to it, but today it worked great. This podcast takes less attention from me because I just watched the EPA, so I know what they are discussing. I can't listen and do much work with something like Serial .
Wah. My lunch didn't take and I left my cash in the pockets of yesterday's jeans so I don't think I can get anything from the vending machine.
I took the morning off because I felt like shit when I woke up. As I walked to my desk, the guy on the other side of the cubicle wall looked up, blinked, then grinned. "Well, look who decided to come to work. Look at what the cat dragged in."
Normally I'm beyond annoyed at that sort of thing because it makes me uncomfortable to be noticed and commented on, but I was quite pleased. A, I enjoy that guy, and B, some times it is nice to be seen and have your existence recognized. It's a friends-at-work thing, but it meets my daily converse-with-a-human-in-meatspace needs.
My neck hurst and I think a combo of watching so much on my computer and also not sleeping great is the culprit. I am going raise my computer screen up so I am not looking down so much.
Could not get the vending machine to give me food. It let me swipe my card, told me I had a credit of 3.75 and then inexplicably reduced that to $1.25 when I tried to open the little slidey door and would not open.
Making do with raiding my candy dish.
Timelies all!
Got a cavity filled at the dentist this morning. Luckily, by lunchtime the numbness had worn off.
I don't do podcasts; people yammering when I'm trying to work makes me very nervous and irritable. So I used to drive my coworkers crazy playing whale songs and Dan Gibson's Solitude albums: rain, surf, trickling creeks, and birdsong. I can do music, but no lyrics because they get tangled up with text or what I'm working on. And a pounding beat will turn me snapping vicious.
