I don’t know about anyone else, but my sleep patterns have turned to utter chaos these last three weeks. One night I might have bifurcated sleep (sleep, significant break, sleep), the next restless near-insomnia, and the next ten solid hours of sleeping like the dead. That, at least, has been my pattern over these last … Continue reading Wrapping Up the Catalog Copy
I woke this morning… …and had no idea what day it was. The idea that today was Tuesday was simple inconceivable to me. I don’t know what day I thought it was, but Tuesday it was not. Could it be that I got up with the alarm, rather than hit the Snooze button the two, … Continue reading On the Tuesday Feeling
Last night I was tired. Actually, I’ve been tired. I blame the flu. Which hasn’t entirely passed. Oh, don’t get me wrong. I don’t feel bad. I feel quite well, actually. But there’s still some nasal congestion. There’s the occasional cough. And my voice is still off by about an octave. It lingers. So, I … Continue reading On the Weird Way the Mind Works
I hate the morning commute sometimes. Going to work, I take the inner Beltway. And sometimes, the inner Beltway from 795 to 83 isn’t terrible. Sometimes it’s quite snappy. Today? It was bumper-to-bumper, slow as molasses. I go back to work, and the commute sucks. Of course, putting forty dollars in the gas tank before … Continue reading On This and That
Today seems to be a day for headaches. All throughout the friends list I see people suffering from cranial pain. I, too, suffer that pain. It's part migraine. I can tell by the location. It's part exhaustion. Last night's inventory kicked my fucking ass. I basically put in two eight-hour days yesterday — from 9 … Continue reading On Headaches
I couldn't get out of bed this morning. The alarm went off, I hit the snooze button. Again, and again, and again. Finally, I had to get out of bed. And in some weird daze I fixed coffee, booted up the computer, and turned on Morning Edition for my early news fix. I need to … Continue reading On a Lack of Priorities
I slept poorly last night. I went to bed at a decent time–decent for me, at any rate–not much past eleven, curled up with Edison’s Conquest of Mars, Garrett Serviss’ 1898 sequel to H.G. Wells’ The War of the Worlds. read maybe fifteen pages, and then nodded off to sleep. At three I awoke with … Continue reading On Poor Sleep
I passed out last night about ten, the stereo on and notepad in hand. I sat up about eleven, said the name of a friend, then passed out again. This went on at roughly half-hour intervals until one. Strange.