need a break
Apr. 13th, 2004 11:26 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ksmithThe South Seas. Technicolor drinks with umbrellas and pineapple slices sticking out the top. Cabana boys that all look like Cary Elwes and give great massages to boot.
I woke up at 2 this morning. Couldn't go back to sleep. Thoughts took off at Mach 10, the way they do at such times. Finally decided that some things that had been hanging over my head were going to be put off until June, dammit. Maybe longer--I would deal with them when I was ready and not one second before. Problem was, it took me until 530 to reach that decision.
I managed to grab another hour's sleep before crawling out of bed. I am tired now, and an odd combo of cranky and relieved. Cranky because I'm tired, but relieved because I gave myself a bit of a break.
I found out this morning that a friend from work, an admin I'd known for almost 16 years, passed away yesterday. We had spoken just before I went to C'ville--she didn't look well, but I didn't push. We joked that the kennel bill for my dogs was going to cost more than my hotel--she wanted to see the numbers when I got back. I meant to send them, but I think she was already in the hospital by then.
Dianne was a Minnesota Vikings fan. Every fall, she'd decorate her cube with purple and gold, especially when the Vikes played the Bears or the Packers. One year when the Bears beat the Vikes, iirc, she had to decorate her cube in Bears colors. Oh, the muttering.
Life is a keyboard. Over time, the keys disappear, one by one, and you're left trying to write the same script with fewer and fewer letters.
Wiscon is coming up next month. Many friends attending. I think I will need a con.
But a cabana boy with a drink in his hand wouldn't go amiss right now.
I woke up at 2 this morning. Couldn't go back to sleep. Thoughts took off at Mach 10, the way they do at such times. Finally decided that some things that had been hanging over my head were going to be put off until June, dammit. Maybe longer--I would deal with them when I was ready and not one second before. Problem was, it took me until 530 to reach that decision.
I managed to grab another hour's sleep before crawling out of bed. I am tired now, and an odd combo of cranky and relieved. Cranky because I'm tired, but relieved because I gave myself a bit of a break.
I found out this morning that a friend from work, an admin I'd known for almost 16 years, passed away yesterday. We had spoken just before I went to C'ville--she didn't look well, but I didn't push. We joked that the kennel bill for my dogs was going to cost more than my hotel--she wanted to see the numbers when I got back. I meant to send them, but I think she was already in the hospital by then.
Dianne was a Minnesota Vikings fan. Every fall, she'd decorate her cube with purple and gold, especially when the Vikes played the Bears or the Packers. One year when the Bears beat the Vikes, iirc, she had to decorate her cube in Bears colors. Oh, the muttering.
Life is a keyboard. Over time, the keys disappear, one by one, and you're left trying to write the same script with fewer and fewer letters.
Wiscon is coming up next month. Many friends attending. I think I will need a con.
But a cabana boy with a drink in his hand wouldn't go amiss right now.
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Date: 2004-04-13 02:18 pm (UTC)Appropos of absolutely nothing, have you seen the quiz page at Spacefem?
http://www.spacefem.com/quizzes.shtml
I am 60% militant feminist, the invisible creature I am is Invisible Me, my annoying entity is the Web Log, my geek decade is the fifties, and my color is dark olive green. I haven't checked which evil type I am yet.
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Date: 2004-04-13 06:04 pm (UTC)that world domination thing gets me every time
Date: 2004-04-13 07:34 pm (UTC)You're smart... and also slightly maniacal. There's just no hiding plots for world domination, sorry.
find your geek decade at spacefem.com
... and, natch, Happily Evil. Too bad this journal format doesn't support my Evil Magneto Eyes icon ...