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jaeclecticI am running late again this AM, having hit the snooze button repeatedly for a solid 1 hour, 10 minutes. But since it is a work-at-home day, I am declining to panic and writing this anyway.
Before the alarm went off, I was dreaming about the ex. The scene was mid-breakup, and she was being extremely angry yet clingy, and also mildly violent. I don't really remember the details of the dream, just the mood, which was historically accurate.
Generally, this kind of dream does not fill me with the desire to linger in bed, so I guess I must have been (still am?) really tired. Not entirely sure why, other than some readjustment of my sleep patterns needing to happen due to time change, weather changing, eating habits altered, etc. And maybe some allergies or a mild cold? But that would explain only why I don't want to get up in the AM, not why I can't seem to get sleepy at bedtime.
Well, anyway. I did want to mention that I had an amazingly busy and social week last week -- definitely feast after famine, and it did me good although it kind of wore me out. Starting a week ago Sunday, ztepf and I went to DNA Lounge to see BSM, which was great fun -- and I started the week sleep-deprived and hung-over. Monday I did nothing special (except check out a possible new gym after work), but Tuesday was my book club meeting (think: conversation in plenty, food and wine to excess). Wednesday was the little launch party for IP's web security product, which consisted of dinner on one of those Hornblower cruise ships (highlight: looking *up* at the GG bridge; but also conversation, food, drink). Thursday I had dinner with eac and (eventually) jgcr, and of course k although she only had milk ;) Friday was the usual beer bust at work, followed by a massage appointment.
All good stuff, really. And by Saturday my brain was utterly fried. I stayed in bed until 11AM (ordinary, even moderate by the standards of my 20's, totally extraordinary now) and decided not to have my usual dose of caffeine when I got up, so I staggered through my life-maintenance chores on autopilot. And bought lots of vegetables and no sweets and started my new (hate to call it diet, so let's say) eating plan.
Sunday, woke at a normal time feeling reasonably OK; had lunch and hung out with my coworker-friend ddocs, who took the corner shelf unit off my hands.
I think that all more or less ties together, albeit not in a completely coherent sequence. I better get moving on my day now...
Before the alarm went off, I was dreaming about the ex. The scene was mid-breakup, and she was being extremely angry yet clingy, and also mildly violent. I don't really remember the details of the dream, just the mood, which was historically accurate.
Generally, this kind of dream does not fill me with the desire to linger in bed, so I guess I must have been (still am?) really tired. Not entirely sure why, other than some readjustment of my sleep patterns needing to happen due to time change, weather changing, eating habits altered, etc. And maybe some allergies or a mild cold? But that would explain only why I don't want to get up in the AM, not why I can't seem to get sleepy at bedtime.
Well, anyway. I did want to mention that I had an amazingly busy and social week last week -- definitely feast after famine, and it did me good although it kind of wore me out. Starting a week ago Sunday, ztepf and I went to DNA Lounge to see BSM, which was great fun -- and I started the week sleep-deprived and hung-over. Monday I did nothing special (except check out a possible new gym after work), but Tuesday was my book club meeting (think: conversation in plenty, food and wine to excess). Wednesday was the little launch party for IP's web security product, which consisted of dinner on one of those Hornblower cruise ships (highlight: looking *up* at the GG bridge; but also conversation, food, drink). Thursday I had dinner with eac and (eventually) jgcr, and of course k although she only had milk ;) Friday was the usual beer bust at work, followed by a massage appointment.
All good stuff, really. And by Saturday my brain was utterly fried. I stayed in bed until 11AM (ordinary, even moderate by the standards of my 20's, totally extraordinary now) and decided not to have my usual dose of caffeine when I got up, so I staggered through my life-maintenance chores on autopilot. And bought lots of vegetables and no sweets and started my new (hate to call it diet, so let's say) eating plan.
Sunday, woke at a normal time feeling reasonably OK; had lunch and hung out with my coworker-friend ddocs, who took the corner shelf unit off my hands.
I think that all more or less ties together, albeit not in a completely coherent sequence. I better get moving on my day now...