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My day
- 8:15: Wake from an Ambien/NyQuil haze and realize there was an 8 a.m. meeting I was supposed to be at.
- 1:40: Start to feel strange
- 1:41: Realize that strange feeling is nausea
- 1:43: Realize the nausea isn’t going away
- 1:45: Throw up for 10 minutes in the bathroom at work
- 1:55: Head home cautiously
- 2:30: Install self in bed, moaning all the while
- 3:00: Fall asleep
- 6:45: Wake up drenched in sweat
- 7:00: Feel mostly better, other than a raw throat
- 7:05: Eat toast
- 7:15: Make Tumblr post detailing my travails
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My upstairs neighbors have ruined an otherwise peaceful Sunday by:
- Moving their furniture by apparently picking it up and throwing it to where it needed to be
- Spending long stretches performing carpentry
- Just existing
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But I don’t WANT to do any more work
The last few hours on Friday should be work-sanctioned nap time, amirite?
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Gather ’round and hear my tale of woe
I left work a little early to get a new battery. The first place I stopped confirmed that it was, indeed, my battery that was the issue, but they didn’t have a replacement in stock. Neither did the next place I went. And seeing as how I’ve had to jump the car twice this week, waiting around for one to get ordered wasn’t really an option.
All of which led to me standing in the Autozone parking lot, replacing the battery while still wearing my coat and tie, in 10-degree weather. And paying a surprisingly large sum of money for the privilege.
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Everything makes me angry, a list
Why is Tumblr now not accepting Markdown syntax for links on Markdown posts? See this screenshot of Tom’s post. Weirdly, if you use the link icon on the posts, it works, but the identical syntax is rendered improperly if you don’t.- I need to stop reading stories about stupid idiots who do stupid idiotic things, because those stories serve only to raise my blood pressure.
- I’ve found several things on the local newspaper’s site (generally a pretty good place) that have made me quite cranky.
- Eating less and exercising more (read: at all) is bullshit.
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Days like today (weeks like this week, really)
Make me wish:
* That I still could drink
* That it were still acceptable to keep a bottle of whiskey in your desk drawer -
My presentation is supposed to be an hour
I figured i’d talk for 30-40 minutes, then leave the rest of the time for discussion. I practiced tonight, and was done in 14 minutes.
So I’ve gone back to the drawing board. It should be MUCH closed to 16 minutes now. Did I mention that I’m not getting paid to give this presentation? And that the only benefit is getting my name out there? And that getting my name out there as an idiotic charlatan douchebag probably won’t be helpful?
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I’ve been gallbladder-less for more than a year now, so you’d think I’d have learned that if I eat really rich food I’ll feel sick afterward.
Have I learned that? No, no I have not.
If you need me, I’ll be laying on the couch, eating Tums and moaning.
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If the college were able to spend $3,000, we’d be able to try (operative word) to recover the data.
And if a steer had testicles it would be a bull.
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I’ll be glad when I have a CPAP and am sleeping better, but tomorrow is going to suck. No caffeine and no napping. And then I get to pay a lot of money for a terrible night of sleep.
