Day2Day

Banana is a little too bland to go on a pizza, but by no means unpleasant. And tomorrow I get to eat the other half.

They told us we're back in the resource pool. Probably for around three weeks. Once again I officially have nothing to do instead of unofficially having nothing to do whilst officially I am working on non existant bugs in the code we already fixed.

So lots more LiveJournal for me, then.

Time for Ang to look smug. She said all the non-sleeping would catch up with me. I estimate I've had about an average of 4 hours per night since last Thursday. And it just hit me. Very suddenly. I'm now struggling to keep my eyes open and the emergency Pepsi Max isn't working. Maybe that window I just opened will help a bit. It may yet come down to me going home with a fake headache.

After running up the phonebill on our room at the stupid rate of something like 37p a minute to grab email a couple of times, someone points out the data ports on the sofas in the bar. Some investigation later, here I am. Alison Scott bohemiancoast has the documentary evidence and dubs it "The Dr Plokta Memorial Sofa".

And the exciting emails? Three live journal comments, something like ten items of mailing list email and approximately 25 items of spam.

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Hmm...

They just found work for me! They're trying to make me work! I'm about to leave the office after a week of nothing to do and they want me to fix something! I'm running away NOW.

I really should be thinking through what I want to take with me to Damn Fine, and what needs preparation and what the plan for tomorrow is and what... ah, soddit. It can be a last minute rush. My brain doesn't work very well these days.

But the important question is, do I stay up REALLY late to watch Buffy tonight, or get up early to see it in the morning? (Assuming my powers of VCR setting are intact.)

I've got a credit on a newly released single! Well, sort of. The credit is actually "The Perlies" but I am one of The Perlies.

K-Line, "In the red". Out now, or shortly. Paul (colleague, friend and Buffy watcher*) is playing bass.

*Go on then, make the inevitable 'watcher'comments.

I just spent nearly two hours working out what was wrong with my VCR and why all it would record was snow. Turns out when I put the entertainment unit in place I wired stuff back up a bit wrong. But I had to sort it out cos I had to figure out how to record things cos I have to make sure I get Buffy and Angel while I'm out on Thursday. There are priorities in my life, see. Sleep figures kinda low on that list.

But it's sorted now and I sort of almost got the place tidy, nearly.

Hey, just in case - everyone out there tape Buffy (and Angel) for me so when my recording fails I've got backup ("Anya, Tara" "Don't give me songs...") Ahem. Yes.

I need to sleep now.

I didn't bother to tidy up last night. I couldnt' be bothered. I will hopefully manage it tonight so ang_grrr doesn't have to pick her way through plastic bags and piles of cardboard when she comes down on Wednesday night. I wasn't up to it after getting annoyed by the trains being late. (Oh yes, it's started. However, it was quite amusing to listen to the people at Kings Cross mutter about how this was the second time in a fortnight that this was going on and how dire the service is. They know not the horrors of commuting through Waterloo...) This was followed by having to try to cycle against the wind and fight the dustbin to get as much debris as possible into it.

Instead of tidying, last night, I took a nice long warm shower then sat down and rested. Got a couple of overdue emails out of the way, played a game of Literati, then went to bed. I was all nicely relaxed and things were going well until I woke up from a nightmare about the house burning down because I left the other oven on. I don't have another over, particularly not one in the garden where the dream said it was.

I think I got too hot while sleeping. I always have nightmares when that happens. So once again, I'm not as rested as I should be but I'm definitely more relaxed than I was last week.

As soon as the oh-god-I-haven't-packed-for-the-weekend panic starts to set in that should change, though.

Michael just messaged me "Help! Apathy!"

And, yeah, that about sums up the working day.

I'm tired today. Probably the combination of hard bed building and being woken by stormy weather at 4am.