I was up this morning at 3:30 because I couldn't sleep anymore. I had a lot of extra stress heaped on me Monday evening and just couldn't get it off my mind. When I woke up, I just couldn't find a way to get back to sleep, so I got up and watched the season finale of 24. There was some distant lightning early today, but no thunder. The wind picked up shortly after, and was blowing most of the day, but wasn't as strong as it was so early.
Around 5am I tried to lie back down and sleep, but it didn't work. I just ended up staring in to space for two hours. But the good side of this is that tonight I should sleep pretty well. I've tried to stay up as late as I can (Lorien's not even home yet) so I don't wake up just as early tomorrow. Just had a couple of frozen burritos for a late dinner.
I also glued the silent switch back on to my iPhone. Stupid thing fell off when I was on the way home today. I very nearly superglued it down at the silent spot, a little dab of superglue sure goes a long way. But I switched it back and forth a few times as it continued to dry and it seems pretty good now.
In these past few days I've managed to get in touch with a few people I haven't seen nor heard from in years. Of course, not many people have had to track me down. I'm quite easy to find online. Perhaps that's not a good thing. Well, if I can't get famous, there's always infamy to consider…
And I have no idea where Lorien is. I could call her, I suppose, but why bother her. I'm sure she'll make her way home eventually.
And a half hour later it occurs to me. I seem to remember something about a murder mystery dinner at the Inn tonight…
I burned the roof of my mouth on a frozen burrito.
One of the things that drives me nuts is hearing people chewing with their mouths open. I really hate that sound.
Pine cones are like tree poop—they drop off the main body from time to time and litter the ground. Dripping sap would then be tree pee.
I had an odd thought this afternoon—why do they make urinals so big? I mean there's this giant gaping porcelain box hanging on the bathroom wall. Is it really necessary? Is it that some guys have such bad aim that they need a big target?
I think someone should make small ones, with tiny targets, like at the carnival with the water guns. The more you hit the target, the more a balloon fills up with water. Let's make bathroom time fun.
It's been so long since I got any comments I'm starting to wonder if they work anymore…
Just as I thought, the comments weren't working after I made a change. Teach me to not test my changes. Anyway, they're back up and working now.
Sorry. Well, maybe not totally sorry, I've been getting a remarkably small amount of spam comments lately.
I don't know where my GPS receiver is.
PS I found it now. I could not stand the terrible irony of having lost my GPS.
I love tacos. They're one of those miracle foods that are cheap, good, and easy to clean up. One of the worst things while I was living overseas was the taco cravings. I suppose there are Taco Bell's and what not over in Taiwan and China (a quick Google search isn't terribly conclusive, but I was over there 10 years ago), but they weren't around when I was there.
We have three urinals in our men's room at the office. The far-right one is out of order. That means if someone's using one of them, you have to break men's room etiquette and use the one next to the guy. They have dividers between them, but it's still uncomfortable breaking the "unspoken rule" of urinal selection.
The whole thing reminds me of the Urinal Game (play it if you aren't familiar with the rules).
Did you know that in mainland China the potato is called a dirt bean?
I did some quick rearranging in my garage this morning in case the A/C people show up today to install the system. I have too much crap in my garage.
What is it about a dental office that makes your blood pressure soar? I walked in for my biannual checkup and cleaning today and I could totally feel the apprehension and nervousness that I always feel when I walk in to a dentist's office. Everything went great and my teeth have seldom been better, but I still get that feeling every time I go.
I have almost $10k in purchase orders sitting on my desk at work of things I need to buy. Sometimes my job is fun...
I've been getting E-Mails from the blood bank recently, they have a shortage of A- blood (my type) and have been asking me to come back in and donate. Since I try to donate regularly I was feeling a little bit guilty, so when my coworker JM came and asked if I wanted to go donate blood with him, I quickly agreed. The good news is my blood pressure is fine (128/80), but the nurse poked my right arm wrong or something, and she said I will get an ugly bruise from it. She moved to the other arm and had another nurse do the poking, and everything came out all right (hehe) after that. I just pulled the pressure bandages off (I had a matching pair—one on each arm) and I really have a lump on my right arm where the needle stuck me.
On a side note, I was thinking suspiciously (I have a native suspicion of everything) that the E-Mail may just be written to get more people to come in and give blood. It said that they had a shortage of A- blood, and that several operations were scheduled this week where they would need A-. So, is it a consipiracy, or an honest need?