I’m not really crazy/angry this morning
I think I’m actually in a pretty good mood today, and my generally amicable self.. Perhaps just a little variably-strung from the usual sleep-deprivation and unquiet head.
But I really am grumpy about the calendar.
Excitement at work: there’s a mouse in the office (we’re on third floor)! woohoo!
Finished eating all my raspberries before I arrived at the office this morning. Again. Nuts.
As long as I stay in bed in the morning, I can pretend the day has not started. And if the day has not started, then the night is not solidified/finished.. I can still be feeling like I’m 5 hours late for work, as I was in my dream, and still wondering what to tell my supervisor, though I’m awake now (and only an hour late). I can still be waiting for a new element or different perspective to the previous night. The night isn’t totally over and the new day hasn’t totally begun until I get out of bed. Chances.
I like bedtime because it’s a time to wind down and put things aside and keep only the comforting and the close things, and look forward to the next day. I like waketime because it’s time to gear up and be conscious and influence life and reality; gear up to eat raspberries and be squeaky clean and don my hood amidst the rain and navigate the world, choose my destinations and stops on colored paper and indicated by the turn signals, toss colored paperclips, berate my bluetooth headset for blinking, balance on the sidewalk curb, trade smiles, look for chocolate, win the biggest chocolate chip brownie through rock-paper-scissors.
I’m not in bed anymore. Yesterday’s chances stayed with yesterday.
:: Opens Email client. Looks at inbox. ::
“That’s a lot of [new] emails.”
:: Closes email client. ::
:: zen ::
site-building stuff:
- cytizen.net scratched and revamped (geez, finally), URLs updated.. Also, ICDSoft account upgraded (not really necessary, but I like them that much, and the extra space is happy for mail users).
- put in my ticket to move Chilco over to a Joyent/Textdrive shared accelerator while my move from One is still fresh.
- finally put a password across my PBase galleries.
I don’t know whose idea it was (well, I do… but figuratively speaking…) to sit me next to AF at the office, but paper bits (waded up with or without messages written on them) have been flying.
Still not feeling great.. mouth’s been happier, but have remembered my good friend Ice Cream recently and that should solve a lot of things.
I’ll be back on email probably tomorrow midday. Phone tomorrow eve, maybe.
I’m still not here right now..
cold = no clouds = clear sky = stars are out en masse here tonight.
it’s beautiful. really really beautiful.
I FIXED MY SHOE.. (I hope/think).
It’s been an impressive last few days… the recent/short end of which I attended my office’s crab feast Friday afternoon party.. felt lucky I could eat the crab, and then got sick, suddenly (it wasn’t the crab. it wasn’t the patrone either), and on my way outside I broke my shoe (a favorite, irreplaceable), and later when I was home, I somehow sat wrong on the dining room chair and broke the button the right back pocket on the seat of my jeans (also a favorite). Didn’t feel well (or lucky) enough to go out again that eve to have dinner and play with friends, some of whom are leaving town soon.. and didn’t make it out today, either, to Antioch event in DC that I’d actually purposely stayed in town this weekend for..