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Nov. 30th, 2007 05:54 pmLots of little things to report. I won't remember them all, though, because today has been somewhat exhausted and nauseous. I took a travel sickness tablet an hour ago and am dealing with things, but before that I was wondering why I existed. This isn't illness (at least I don't think it is): it's the weather. I'm fine early in the morning, before the thunderstorms start to threaten then I do less and less and feel more sorry for myself. The thunderstorms mostly linger without breaking, which is not fun.
I ought to transfer all my work to the early morning while this lasts, but I'm so not a morning person that I didn't think about it till now. When I worked a 9-5 job and there was a year like this, it used to hit me the moment I came out of work. Industrial strength airconditioning keeps it at bay.
Sorry. I didn't mean to give you a detailed desciption of the state of my insides. Although it *has* meant I haven't done half the things I meant to, including updating my webpage with haiku.
I meant to say that my lost order was re-sent and *did* arrive. It was my Chanukah present to myself. Last year I gave myself chocolate, I think. The year before, scented candles. This year? Sticky notepads saying "From the warped brain of Gillian Polack."
I also meant to quietly boast about having successfully finished NaBloPoMo on both my blogs.
The rest of what I meant to tell you can probably wait. One bit of it is exciting, but I think I'll wait for pretty pictures.
Update: I hear the sound of thunder! I think the Bureau of Meteorology ought to employ me - I'm *so* much more accurate than their online predictions :). I should be fine around dinner time now, which sounds rather good :).
I ought to transfer all my work to the early morning while this lasts, but I'm so not a morning person that I didn't think about it till now. When I worked a 9-5 job and there was a year like this, it used to hit me the moment I came out of work. Industrial strength airconditioning keeps it at bay.
Sorry. I didn't mean to give you a detailed desciption of the state of my insides. Although it *has* meant I haven't done half the things I meant to, including updating my webpage with haiku.
I meant to say that my lost order was re-sent and *did* arrive. It was my Chanukah present to myself. Last year I gave myself chocolate, I think. The year before, scented candles. This year? Sticky notepads saying "From the warped brain of Gillian Polack."
I also meant to quietly boast about having successfully finished NaBloPoMo on both my blogs.
The rest of what I meant to tell you can probably wait. One bit of it is exciting, but I think I'll wait for pretty pictures.
Update: I hear the sound of thunder! I think the Bureau of Meteorology ought to employ me - I'm *so* much more accurate than their online predictions :). I should be fine around dinner time now, which sounds rather good :).