08 April 2009
Molasses Bath
Seriously, getting going today feels like trying to climb out of a bathtub full of molasses. I'm tired like an ancient egyptian could be said to be tired by an archeologist. No idea why. Went to bed at a decent hour and slept soundly, so what's the deal?
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Your popularity last night must have been exhausting. :)
I'm tired too, but that's because I didn't get to bed until 1am
Ironically, I find myself opposed to the "masses" again. I feel rather chipper after a slow start. In fact, I want to annoy everyone with my gosh-darn-it Palinesque optimism.
Isn't everyone beautiful? And sweet? And great? God bless it, life is so keen!
But, were I to guess (being an expert on Jasons), I'd say it's a battery of circumstances: having a heavy meal, but then coming home and immediately driving to a potentially-screwy transaction on another side of town.
This is followed by a twenty-minute phone conversation wherein you were offered a job that awards you in no way (and you have trouble refusing anyone, because you're ridiculously nice). Then you had to juggle five conversations, which always makes you insane.
On the other side of the room, I'm piping in my usual glib (David Shore's favorite adjective, incidentally) commentary and you have to divide your attention between the rapid IM conversations, installing DDO, and trying to wrangle a dodgy install on a machine whose workings you're unfamiliar with.
Then we retired and I made you laugh for ten minutes. I also slept restlessly, so I probably twisted the covers quite a bit.
So essentially, beyond people's voracious appetite for your favor, this entire thing is my fault.
I suggested the steak, the camera deal was mine, and I had to be a stubborn little cutie and buy a Mac.
Also, I'm funny.
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