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Dec. 17th, 2001
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Dec. 17th, 2001 11:38 amWhew -- I thought the coffee was never going to kick in this morning. On second thought, it still hasn't. Oof. For some reason (probably something to do with it being Sunday night, perhaps the most unpleasant time of the week next to Monday morning), I couldn't get to sleep 'til about 3 a.m.
Somebody once told me that you work from the sleep you got two nights ago. That is, on a Monday morning, the energy you have has more to do with Saturday night's sleep than Sunday night's sleep. If that's true, I'm up shit creek tomorrow.
At least I'll get to leave work at 3 or so, so I can pick up a replacement window for my car. I found one at a junkyard about 30 miles away, so I went to get it Friday, only they told me that I had to pay for it that day and then wait all weekend for them to pull it off the car. So I guess I'll be trying to install that by the light of a streetlamp tonight.
I did have a (mostly) relaxing and productive weekend. I got most of my Christmas shopping done, and I got the apartment lookin' pretty spic and span. It'll be nice to be able to leave the place in pretty good shape when I head south this weekend. When I was in school, my place was always in a huge mess when I left for vacation because I was always pushed up to the wire writing papers or some such nonsense. Books stacked everywhere, the floor covered with a foot-high layer of drafts and journal articles, turned-over ashtrays all over the place...
As I waited for the bus this morning, I heard a faint crackling noise. I couldn't tell if it was the earth freezing or my brain frying.
Somebody once told me that you work from the sleep you got two nights ago. That is, on a Monday morning, the energy you have has more to do with Saturday night's sleep than Sunday night's sleep. If that's true, I'm up shit creek tomorrow.
At least I'll get to leave work at 3 or so, so I can pick up a replacement window for my car. I found one at a junkyard about 30 miles away, so I went to get it Friday, only they told me that I had to pay for it that day and then wait all weekend for them to pull it off the car. So I guess I'll be trying to install that by the light of a streetlamp tonight.
I did have a (mostly) relaxing and productive weekend. I got most of my Christmas shopping done, and I got the apartment lookin' pretty spic and span. It'll be nice to be able to leave the place in pretty good shape when I head south this weekend. When I was in school, my place was always in a huge mess when I left for vacation because I was always pushed up to the wire writing papers or some such nonsense. Books stacked everywhere, the floor covered with a foot-high layer of drafts and journal articles, turned-over ashtrays all over the place...
As I waited for the bus this morning, I heard a faint crackling noise. I couldn't tell if it was the earth freezing or my brain frying.
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Dec. 17th, 2001 02:15 pmThere are unfortunate names, and then there are Unfortunate Names.
I just got an email from Peter Cocks. That, my friends, is an Unfortunate Name.
And the first part of his email address is "cocksy."
I just got an email from Peter Cocks. That, my friends, is an Unfortunate Name.
And the first part of his email address is "cocksy."
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Dec. 17th, 2001 07:16 pmI finally got my window from the parts place and -- after a two-hour struggle -- got the fucker put in. It was actually surprisingly difficult, but I'm glad I was able to do it myself for $25 rather than paying god knows what at a glass place. DIY all the way, baby. Stick it to the Man. Now I'll just score a bag of that fine, fine crack and kick back, 'esse. Or, you know, have a bowl of soup and collapse on the couch. Same difference.