I really hate winter

And I hate winter driving even more.

It's not that I don't feel capable of it -- the fact that I'm still here after mumblemumble years of winter driving must indicate some sort of capability -- but more that I'm not entirely convinced that everyone else out there is capable of it.

There are an awful lot of idiots out there, my friend. And the vast majority of them in this province drive pick-up trucks.

I hate pick-up trucks.

Oh, but that's another topic and will no doubt come up on the blog again. And again and again and again...

Anyway. Winter driving. Combine the fact that highway maintenance in Alberta is nowhere near the level it is in places where they actually expect to see snow in the winter (the last time I was in Ottawa I found it both amusing and bemusing to see all the ploughs appear with the first few flakes. Here you'd have to wait for the first few centimetres) with the fact that every idiot in a three-quarter ton thinks he can still drive 120 km/h down the road even though he has almost no traction in the back unless he's carrying approximately three hundred pounds of sandbags in the box and... well, I hate winter driving.

Unfortunately, that's what I'm going to be up to this afternoon. Looking at the forecast, it's seeming like things are only going to get worse as the week progresses (yay! More crappy weather!), so I suppose I'd better get my butt back into the city while things are still merely mildly unpleasant.

I hate winter.

What this all means to the wonderful world of the blog (besides the part where I'm apparently in a snit. Funny. I hadn't noticed that before I started typing) is that I'll be away from the computer for the next few days so you'll have to poke the Toronto office with a stick if you're wanting blather.

Make it a padded stick though. It's still the holiday season, after all.




See you later, everyone.

More snow

Quick question, because I really should get some lunch soon: how important do you suppose it is to have a "secure" birth certificate?

We have them in this province now, but to get a new-style version (assuming that you're not a brand new baby, of course) you have to apply for one. They have some twenty security features, apparently, which is some twenty more than my current certificate.

It also costs $20, because Whomever help us if there was anything from the Alberta government that didn't cost $20.

So, do I need a secure birth certificate? Will anyone care if I have a secure certificate? Will anyone even notice if I have a secure certificate?

Will it make any different to the certificate as it hides in its non-secure hidey hole (no, I'm not going to tell you where the hidey hole is) to know that even if it's in a non-secure hidey hole it is, in itself, fairly secure?

Do you think that if I paid the government $20 they could make me more secure?





Do you think that if I paid the government $20 they could make me slightly less neurotic?








Neither do I, sadly.

Ah well.

Off to find something to eat now.

Pointless photo of snow

As forewarned.

It might be about all you get today, too. Getting a full night's sleep around here is pretty much impossible because of the dog (who's on her way out, as I think I mentioned at some point. Unfortunately for all of us -- the dog included -- she's taking her own bloody time about it), and last night's sleep was much, much less than full.

In fact, I'm kind of floaty right now. It wouldn't be entirely unpleasant, really, but I'd kind of like to be functional as well.

So not happening.

Ah well. Tomorrow then. And after that (depending on when I get my behind in gear to get back to my own place) I'll probably be disappearing for a day or several again.





On purpose this time, at least. Disappearing isn't such a bad thing when you actually plan it beforehand.

More new photo

Photo, singular. I'm only posting one today. But there are more.

And they're actually recent.

Yeah, I got myself all bundled up this morning (which was kind of silly, seeing as it's supposed to be a lot warmer by this afternoon) and took a bunch of new photos.

Of snow.

There's not much else to take photos of this time of year, you know. Today's pointless photo is one of the few that doesn't have snow somewhere in the photo's title.

So... um... look forward to seeing a lot of snow on the blog in the next little while?




For me, that last statement really did need a question mark. I never look forward to seeing snow. Snow's a pain in the ass to deal with (even here in Alberta, where I'm fully aware that we get NOTHING as compared to the Centre of the Universe -- where all things snow go to retire), and the very fact that there's snow on the ground indicates that it must be some form of cold outside.

And we all know how I feel about THAT particular issue.

Anyway, time wasted playing with the photo editor means that you're not going to get much out of me in the way of a readable post. I need to go find some lunch now.

Or another subject for play-doh sculpture.

Or something. I don't know.




See you later.

New photos

Yes, new photos was worthy of a post title. There haven't been any new photos from me in a while, after all.

This particular photo would be a self-portrait. Today's socks are courtesy of my sister-in-law, and are on my feet as we speak. Er, as we type... no, as I type and you read.

Unless you're reading tomorrow, of course.

Yesterday's socks, also courtesy of my sister-in-law, were reindeer socks. They're currently in the wash.

You needed to know that.

Um... should I mention that I'm somewhat lacking in sleep at the moment?

So, yesterday. As I said some time ago, I wasn't really planning to do Christmas this year. Somehow, having my life go a short way to hell in a handbasket (hey, even I can admit that things weren't quite bad enough to make it all the way there) didn't put me much in the mood for being festive.

It was all right, though.

The weather finally warmed up to the point where I was able to be out of the apartment long enough to dig out the car and drive to my father's place, and much to my surprise when I got here there was already a turkey in the rotisserie (incidentally, if you ever have rotisseried turkey you will never, ever go back to your roasting pan. So much better) for Christmas supper. Surprise because I'd only phoned home that morning to let my dad know I'd be heading in to town. We neither of us were sure before then that the weather would cooperate.

So, did having an actual Christmas supper put me more in the Christmas mood?

Well, no.

But it was nice all the same.

I hope all of my two fans have had a good day and are not too frazzled by the whole thing, and if you're the type to be hitting the sales now I hope no jackasses run you over.





That was pretty charitable of me, wasn't it?





Oh, before I forget: the title says new photos, plural, for a reason. You're going to have to go here to see the other one, though.

I did mention the lack of sleep thing, right?

And in the category of "don't tell ME global warming doesn't exist"

You see here what I (clearly) saw yesterday outside the front window as the coffee and Bailey's intermingled in the cavernous space that is my morning coffee mug.

Hence the photo, yes, in case you thought the Bailey's got the best of me.

There were three of the little guys but the other two took off at the sight of the first flash, I guess. Clearly none of them had taken off in the right direction in the first place or I would be typing even more gibberish than usual.

Hope everyone had a nifty day yesterday. It was an unusually happy and rewarding day for yours truly. Yep, a real keeper.

Something Something Christmas

Ok, really? I'm only posting to prove that I still exist.

Oh, and to wish everyone a happy Christmas.





Happy Christmas, yes. I'm in the mood to flash my part-British heritage today, for some reason.

See you tomorrow.

Yes, really.








Look, I can tell you don't believe me, but barring internet failure I will actually be posting two days in a row.











And now you just know that the internet's going to fail, don't you?

Beforrrrrre....

Vacuuming done. House is tidy. Silverware is even polished for this year's meal.

And it's Christmas Eve so I'll be over there.

I hope everyone enjoys this evening be it noisy and active or quiet if you prefer.

Now go to sleep so Santa will come!

Oops, looks like I cut off the top of the tree to crop it for the blog. You'll just have to trust that there's a pretty one there. Silly me.

December 2008, yes

Should a person feel guilty trying to make relevant the photos taken from earlier in the year ... on someone else's blog? Heck no.
But here you get one taken just a few days back anyway.

Now this was shot at only 3:30 in the afternoon but it was before yet another dump of snow. What this means to me is the shortest day of the year was clearly pending, the sun that low in the cloud cover.

And you probably posited these photos were just all tossed upon this screen all willy-nilly with no thought. Heck no, dear reader. There is a purpose to it all.
Okay that's not really true but I did stomp my foot to make it look real.

As to Christmas - we were talking about it, weren't we - or was that just me and the voices. Anyway, I sallied forth yesterday afternoon to pick up one last item and saw the wild beast native to Toronto during these last days of December.

The Wild-eyed Moron.

Perhaps you have the same sort of creature in your neck of the woods. Well, I'm certain you do. It's not hard to spot them, really, though their outer coats differ greatly; some show as navy, some red, some even white though it's not a very smart colour for this time of year. And hopefully their coats are down-filled.

I am, of course, speaking of the drivers in mall lots who stalk you as you walk to your car. You can hear Mildred, riding shotgun, "Look, Herbie! Follow her! She's going to her car! Get her!"
The truly exasperating experiences regarding these people are the ones so very intent on parking in your spot that they cuddle up close enough to negate any possibility of you leaving said spot.

I admit that on occasion I have simply gotten out of my car and walked back into the store after asking once, and asking nicely I might add, that they give me a fair shot at at least getting out of the spot before they join me.
Believe it or not, the old way of switching off the engine to make a point now flies over the heads of the Wild-eyed Moron. It seems to be the one species not evolving over time.

This may say January 2008

... but it could read "December 2008" just as well.

I'm still playing the "but it's really pretty" card so you can tell it's early on in the season. And we now own a snowblower. Ah, yes. Some toys can definitely make a difference in a person's life.
The snow can be appreciated much more with the knowledge there will be no muscle relaxants and/or heat applied due to the weather.

Oh and hey, did you people know Christmas is coming? It hit me just today. In turn, "where the hell did the year go" also came crashing down around me ... but I'm old. Time goes more quickly as one ages you know. It's not a myth.

Well let's just end with that happy thought, shall we? How much better can it get.

And a lovely "good morning" to you

And I thought yesterday's photo was a tad fuzzy, having come from my phone and all. Well this one takes the cake.
(and what a silly phrase that is but I'm guessing it has very real roots somewhere and I'm equally sure the OLF will provide).

Annnnyway, I feel this is worth posting because of all of the auras around everything. It looks like I totally intended all of it but we know, don't we.

This is on the far side of where the pups and I go walking and yes, Virginia, that is one big sheet of ice in the foreground but again with the auras, it's pretty. Gotta love those clouds.

And so. Let's see.

Nope, got nothin' else. It's cold and the snow we've received thus far in only December has begun breaking records.

You can see from the date at the top of this post it's only the 21st of the month and we have several months of winter left, yes?

Let's just hope the photos continue to be pretty and inspire happy thoughts to type. Oh lordy, let's just hope.

And I really did have an actual topic in mind when I sat down. It hasn't been encrypted for you to find, no. Clearly I'm just not caffeinated enough. Maybe tomorrow then.

Hard to believe, isn't it

What's hard to believe, you may wonder. Apparently I take enough pictures of this sort that when I tried to save this one and began the file name with "fungus" the little alien inside my computer said "files with those names already exist". For the record, I wasn't that geeky when it came to this type of thing until I met .... her.

Oh don't get me wrong. The subjects of my photography have always been geeky, just not fungus and spider geeky... necessarily.

Man, I'm glad I cleared that up.

Sorry about the noise in the above shot. It was actually taken with my phone and transferred here. When you hear me muse how that is even possible, it's clear the manufacturers of electronics and gadgets are making me feel like a geezer as well as a geek.

Quick hi...

Quick because if it gets too long it's going to turn into a major, major whinge.

The weather outside is STILL frightful (for both offices, it seems), but I got stir-crazy enough to call a cab and come down to work for a little while to check e-mail and feed salamanders.

In that order of priority, yes.

Calling a cab this time of year, by the way, is a major investment when you figure in the conditions of the roads and the conditions of the idiots ON the roads, as the cab driver was quick to remind me.

Ahhh well. Worth the price for a tiny piece of sanity, I guess. Soon enough I'll be back in my hole, and the forecast really isn't looking good for my coming out again for a while.

And Christmas, you ask?

Not really in the mood for one, to be honest.

Maybe I'll aim for Ukrainian Christmas instead. It's in my genetic background, after all, and presents would be cheaper with the after-Christmas sales.

Or maybe I'll just buck the trend, go with my gut, and ignore Christmas. It's not nearly as big of a grinch-up as it sounds, you know. Why bother with the stress and garbage if you don't feel it?



Yeah, that.

I hate winter.




See you all... sometime.

Did I mention how silly it was? ~OR~ from the sublime (yesterday's photo) to the ridiculous

In response to yesterday's addition to the blog, Mother Nature has seen to it that I am made to feel profoundly humbled, so yes folks, just because one lives in denial does not mean winter will just pass you by. The first photo









shows the reason why this second photo depicts what "the girls" and I will doing for the most part today. Well, one of us should really dust and tidy a bit. And it doesn't look like it will be a dog up and all excited swiping at the furniture with wags of the tail, does it.






And can I tell you just how many times Blogger made me take a run at this damn post to get the photos to upload and for the page to refresh. Oy.

Oh and in case anyone is keeping score as to the number of days Dee is going to be docked for taking time off here, let's all be fair as it's STILL minus gawdawful in her part of the country. Word has it she may not show herself 'til Groundhog Day.

Not ready to give in yet, nope

This is a close-up (gee, really?) of flowers the kid presented to me a while back.


The purpose of showing them to you now is to illustrate that silly notion of mine that I can just ignore the onset of the current season and it will go away.


It won't, will it.



Blast!

An icy one at that on the way, I hear.

Pointless blather

Actually not even pointless blather.


I live in Canada. The barometer is bouncing around very nicely thankyouverymuch so I'm going to have a couple of acetaminophen and tea now.


The photo, by the way, depicts an absolutely smooth surface over bubbles occurring from the heat of the wood encased in ice. Cool ... um, so to speak.

Serendipity

I know the official definition of serendipity but to refine that for my own brain, it's "happening upon cool stuff by chance".
You can see why they don't consult me to add to nor edit the Oxford.

As threatened by me to the owner of this place, you have a picture of a hunk of bread in a tree. If you don't find this interesting, I understand.

BUT what if I were to tell you that in the pitching out the front door of a handful of hunks of bread this one became impaled all by itself on the tiny bit of branch you can see when you look closely. Go on, look closely. I'll wait.

Oh sure, now you find it interesting don't you. Well, yeah, I'd say so.

Keep in mind this led to several text messages back and forth beginning with a photo snapped on the cellphone in Toronto, a message sent to Alberta; and after a couple of thoughts back and forth the realization that perhaps I need to get out more.

But seriously ("seriously" ... seriously?!) ... consider the odds, the likelihood, the sheer enormity of the bread actually catching itself on the branch and just think that in all of the world for all time that this ...

Maybe I need to get out more.

Hmm and in looking for a label to plunk down here, I see "serendipity" was already listed. Now, doesn't that just make you want to hunt down the other post(s). Okay, maybe it's just me

And so this is Christmas

Well if the ear worm is now in your .. erm, ear ... my job here is done. What are subject lines for anyway.

I'm sure if you've been paying attention, on this blog subject lines actually mean very little. And being only second banana here, I wouldn't want to stray outside the box.

Well, you know, if you look at this thing from where I'm sitting, it's actually a rectangle, not a box exactly and ...

Oh never mind. My mind wandered and clearly has taken a slight shift somewhere and veered off the road.

Enjoy the out-of-doors ornaments then. They're from last year (and cheap yes) so the finish on them isn't all it originally was but in the sun they shine and sparkle and shimmer and at this time of year - winter - that, my friend, is what it's all about to lift the spirit. The magpie in me wants sparkly, shimmering things surrounding me.

Or you could send gem stones. I do like gem stones.

This concludes today's installment of free association.

Assorted Expletives

The leaf has nothing to do with anything. Like usual.

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Looks like I'm going to be disappearing from the internet for a few days, and I'm not especially happy about it. Blame the stupid weather. Right now the highways are so bad that the RCMP aren't recommending travel at all, which means that Yours Blatheringly won't be able to get to her father's place for the weekend.

But why not just travel tomorrow, you ask?

You did ask, right? Or at least showed a tiny bit of concern?

Well, once our current snowfall ends we're supposed to be entering the effing deep freeze. For those new to the program, cold and I don't get along very well. Sooo... it's sounding like I won't be going down the highway at all, and that sucks.

Last weekend it was the neck; this time the weather. Makes me wonder if I'll see my father before the new year, really.

Anyway, that's it from me for a few days unless something in the forecast changes drastically. The Toronto office is, as always, welcome to blather for a while if she's in the mood.

I'll see you when I see you, I guess.

And the chance to make a drunken acceptance speech goes to...

So, the Golden Globe nominations were announced today.

Assuming that we don't get buggered over by a SAG strike, I will definitely be watching the Golden Globes.

I always watch the Golden Globes. I was terribly disappointed last year when the Writers' Guild strike killed the ceremony.

I suppose I should say at this point that I haven't seen any of the nominated films and only about two of the nominated television shows, but I'll be watching the Globes all the same.

And why?

See post title.

The Golden Globes is the perfect awards ceremony as far as I'm concerned. You get all the fun of the usual red carpet wrecks, and you don't have to put up with all of the misguided pomp that seems to go into any ceremony involving any organisation with the word Academy in its name.

And there's booze.

Maybe I'm shallow, but I enjoy a well-lubricated speech or several.

Even without the alcohol factor, the looser format of the Globes makes it a helluva lot more enjoyable to me than all the badly-read, badly-written (I was going to say that Bruce Vilanch has a lot to answer for, but looking at his CV it's even worse than I thought), over-produced nonsense you see at the other shows.

And there's booze, did I mention?

Anyway, I should get back to work. There's no booze here, unfortunately... or maybe fortunately. Somehow well-lubricated and planetarium program don't sound like they'd go together as well as well-lubricated and the Golden Globes do.

Bubbles

Today's pointless photo is not of bubbles.

I'm sure you noticed.

Oh, and before I say what little I have to say of bubbles, I want to state for the record that I have a rather sore back end. The muscle part of it, that is. It's just a side effect of sitting on the floor in slightly contorted positions while doing yesterday's planetarium shows, but I thought I should mention it all the same. Lately the blog wouldn't be the blog if I didn't complain about some pain or other.

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Anyway. Bubbles. Of the gum variety, if you were wondering.

I recently bought a different brand of gum from my usual. Yesss... I have to admit that I'm a gum chewer. I imagine that some of my two fans likely find it a disgusting habit, but I'm too far gone at this point to give it up. It helps keep my throat from getting too dry if I have to do a lot of talking, and since a fair amount of my job consists of doing a lot of talking the gum is generally there. I mean, I can do without if I have to, but life's easier if I don't have to.

Usually I buy... oh, wait. I don't really want to advertise gum. Let's just say that usually I buy one of those minty types that comes in little squares. The last time I bought gum, though, they were out of my usual minty little squares so on a whim I bought a pack of a brand that's currently running ads emphasising its long-lasting flavour.

I can't really tell you if the flavour is all that long-lasting compared to all the other gums out there, but I can tell you that the pieces are far too big.

The problem with big pieces of gum? They make me blow bubbles.

Make me, yes.

If I have anything more than a small piece of gum in my mouth I am forced to blow bubbles. I can't help it. My tongue starts to wonder what all that stuff is doing in its way and decides that it must be there to play with.

Ergo, bubbles.

Snapping, annoying, sticky bubbles.

Even I hate them, but I still end up doing it.

The solution? Well, I don't want to throw out a pack of perfectly innocuous gum just because the pieces are too big, so I've taken to cutting them in half. Seriously. Right through the paper wrapping. Half a piece is all I need, so half a piece is all I'm using. It's going to make one single pack of gum last nearly a month, but I'm doing it anyway.

Gee. Do you think that's what they're referring to when they advertise long-lasting flavour? Maybe it's not so much that the flavour itself lasts a long time; maybe it's more that the gum will last you forever if you only use a reasonably-sized piece at a time.

Or maybe this particular company would prefer that I spend my day forever blowing bubbles (and no, I don't follow West Ham. Or any football for that matter. English OR Canadian). It isn't going to happen, though.

Long-lasting or not.

Planetarium-head

This won't be much of anything today, and for a couple of very valid reasons. The first would be that I'm currently typing one-handed because the other hand is holding a piece of lemon poppy seed loaf (Christmas baking comes to the rescue for the otherwise lunchless. Not my baking, by the way. I've forgone any of that until I get over this ENDLESS cold. Didn't figure that infected cookies spelled Joy to the World). The second? See post title.

Yep, I'm doing planetarium shows today, and for anyone new to the program that statement should be read as an indicator of lack of usable brain. Nothing wrong with planetarium shows, of course (although it would have been nice if it wasn't so soon after the whole neck thing), but working in a blow-up tent with the constant presence of blower-fan noise tends to suck your mind out through your nostrils.

Or something.

All I know is that I find it hard to have much in the way of cognition after a couple of planetarium shows.

Bet that gives a lot of confidence to those who are paying me to do planetarium shows....

Anyway.

I still want to talk about bubbles at some point (see? I haven't forgotten), but I don't think today's the day for it.

All I really have in my lack-of-mind today is the fact that I truly and heartily despise -- no, loathe -- winter, and no doubt you'll be hearing enough of that from me as the winter continues so I won't bother with it at the moment.

Hmmm.

Remember when I used to be interesting?





Neither do I, come to think of it.

But then, I am suffering from planetarium-head.

Augh

Yeah, I disappeared. Again. It wasn't planned, though.

Stupid stupid STUPID neck had me laid out (literally. Laid out on the bed was the general position) for the past few days, and it's not great even now. I'm more mobile, but I can already tell that tonight's just-from-being-in-an-upright-position headache will be great.

I'd ask what next, but really? I'm not sure I want to know.

Anyway, I could go on about how odd it is that when I'm not able to sit around the apartment doing nothing I miss it to the point of neurosis but when I'm forced to sit (erm, lie) around the apartment doing nothing I'm frustrated to the point of suicide (well, near-suicide), but I have work stuff to get to so I'll leave off for now.

I'd hit my head against the desk, but by now I'm afraid the damned thing might fall off.

Distracted

Ok, I had something about bubbles for the blather today, but I got distracted watching these instead. There are five in all. They'll play automatically, if you're so inclined.

Makes you wonder what the production meeting was like, doesn't it?

Maybe I'll talk about bubbles tomorrow, then. Or drunks. Or drunk bubbles, I don't know.





Oh, and I hate cold weather. You know, if you wondered.

Eeearwooorm...

And another rose. Hey, they can't all be squirrels in bird feeders.

So, to the earworm. Courtesy of last night's House MD, you may as well enjoy it too.

Seriously. That song will be rattling around my brain until... well, let's face it. Until the next crappy version of a classic Christmas carol is performed on some talk show or other. Then I'll be annoyed enough that Harry Nilsson will go away for a little while.

So yeah. It won't be too long. There are a lot of crappy versions of classic Christmas carols out there this time of year, as every lame pop artist tries to con people into buying another lame pop Christmas album.

I don't have an opinion on that, as you can see.

Ok, really? I'm big into Christmas carols. I collect Christmas carols -- usually somewhat obscure ones, but I have all the big standards as well. I spend a lot of time humming Christmas carols to myself, to the point where I have to ban myself from starting the internal carolling until the calendar reads December. Otherwise it would probably go on all year long.

I like Christmas carols.

I hate what people do to them.

There is NO REASON to make up your own tune to a classic carol, popsters. There is NO REASON to put your own personal stamp on a song that's been around since a long time before you and will be around for a long time after everyone's stopped rolling their eyes at your horrible recording. There is NO REASON to national anthem a Christmas carol.

Honestly, there's no reason to national anthem the national anthem either. That's another pet peeve for another time, though.

Anyway, I should get back to the lime in the coconut work. Or whatever it is I'm supposed to be doing here.

I'm a bit out of practice, remember.

Boring

This is a very boring time of year and it ought not to be allowed.

So there.

Let's give that some context, shall we? I made it to work for the second day in a row (and slightly more brain than yesterday). I'm doing my best to get back in the swing of things. Even went out on the trail with my camera (and in a buggeringly cold wind) to try to find something worth taking a photo of so that I could use it for the work blather blog (yes, sometimes I blather in an official capacity. And are we tired of the parentheses yet?).

The best I could do?

You're looking at it.

Squirrel in a bird feeder, yep.

And since it's making its appearance here rather than on the work blog, you can see that I decided not to blather about squirrels in bird feeders.

They're a pretty common occurrence around here.

In fact, there was a squirrel in the other bird feeder as well. I didn't take its picture, though. It looked like it was having a bad day.

So was I, if you're counting inspiration. This is a boring, boring time of year. It's all grey and brown... and if it's not grey and brown, it's white. That's worse than grey and brown.

And it's alllll sooooo boooooring.

The only thing out there that's not completely boring is the chickadee population. And maybe the squirrels. But there's only so much you can do with chickadees and squirrels, really. They're not big enough for roasting...

Um, anyway. I've obviously got plenty of nothing, so why don't we all go back to staring at the squirrel. It wasn't actively evil, by the way; my flash just went off for some reason.





The squirrel was not impressed.

Another rose

Yeah, I need to get out and take some new photos. I'm not so enthusiastic about that, though. This time of year is very boring overall. Pictorially speaking, I mean.

So, this'll be short and not for the usual whingified reasons. Ok, maybe one of the usual reasons. Remember how I said that sleep helps? Well, maybe you can tell me why my brain doesn't seem to understand that concept.

Last night I told myself that this week I have to get the ol' life back on track. Go to work, actually work, take better care of myself... yep, I was completely in resolution mode.

Or at least Conscious Me was.

Subconscious Me?

Decided it would be great to stay up until 3 am.

FOR NO REASON.

Shut up, Subconscious Me.

So now I'm too tired to function (because, naturally, I woke up at 6 am. Subconscious Me may have been having a late-night party, but Conscious Me has a pretty insistent alarm clock). I did make it in to work (obviously, if I'm posting on the blog), I've managed about an hour and a half of work-related-type things, but now I'm done.

Done done done. Head's going to be contacting desk soon if I'm not careful.





Ah well. I guess I can pretend that tomorrow's Monday and try this all over again, right?

Next time I think I'll leave Subconscious Me at home, though.





Gah.