August 5th, 2004
|04:56 am - Another productive day|
It being peak week, I'm required to work on Wednesday night, which is normally my night off. Only eight hours instead of my usual ten, so that's some comfort.
I slept like a ton of bricks during the day. Something about having dogs in bed with you helps with the sleeping. Though, there's also something about dogs barking their fool heads off that wakes you up in the middle of the day. No matter, I got back to sleep and zonked out again until about 8:00 p.m.
The fruit and veggie plan is suffering today. No fruit juice in the fridge at work, just the free soda we always get at peak. I did have a banana with the Cheerios yesterday and plan to do the same today when I get home. Nothing presented itself as veggie material for dinner so I fell back to PB&J.
Watched the Twins game. Was good to see Kyle Lohse start to get his shit together. He had a good outing and was just coming out of the game when I had to head to work. I'll have to watch the end of the game when I get home and see how things turned out.
Once at work, I started out right where I left off: setting up a job that's due at 4:00 p.m. today. I'm currently taking a break from setting up a big job that's due at 7:30 p.m. In between, there's been plenty to do so the night's hummed right along. Only a couple of hours left to go and things are just starting to slow down. So I can work on that 7:30 job at a nice pace until it's time for me to go.
Current Mood: busy
Current Music: Fool Am I--Adam Stemple--3 Solid Blows to the Head
|05:43 am - Of passing interest|
I would expect that minnehahaB and lsanderson know the name of Émile Peynaud and probably of his recen death. Slate has a fine obituary that has interesting tidbits for anyone that's enjoyed a good Bordeaux. You have Peynaud to thank, apparently.
Current Mood: quixotic
|05:49 am - Head games|
My Free Will Astrology for the week:
"Charles Baudelaire counseled readers to be drunk continually 'on wine, on poetry, or on virtue, as you wish,'" wrote Kate Taylor in The New Yorker. "But he also thought drugs were a perversion of our taste for the infinite and that great minds could furnish their own intoxicants." I'm hoping you're one of those "great minds" the French poet was talking about, Aries. According to my reading of the astrological omens, you need a large helping of the magic that lies outside of ordinary consciousness. But you're far more likely to thrive if you can find a natural way to satisfy your "taste for the infinite."
Where to start?
Current Mood: quixotic
Current Music: Country Death Song--Violent Femmes--Add It Up
|11:10 pm - Wait mode|
I've had the unusual timing over the last week or so of coming to work just as there's a lull in the action. I get in, punch the time clock, log into my computer and then go check with my lead to see what I should work on. Lately I've been told to go into "wait mode" until something becomes available.
It's frustrating to get here, rarin' to go, and have to put everything on hold. I end up cruisin' the net for a while and like that, just waiting for something to do. More than once, something to do has shown up and I've been blissfully unaware. That makes me feel like a slouch, like I'm avoiding work.
Don't get me wrong, I avoid my share of work now and then, but when I'm actually looking for work, I feel bad if I don't find some when there's some to be had.
Current Mood: uncomfortable
Current Music: Perfect World--Dust Rhinos--Sociable
|11:29 pm - Head games revisited|
As you may recall, my Free Will Astrology reading from yesterday indicated that I should find a natural way to satisfy may "taste for the infinite."
Well, as fredcritter was back at work today, I was able to return to him the DVDs of the Nova program on string theory that he'd loaned me. If anything will give you a "taste for the infinite," it would be thinking on string theory. Cool stuff to do with your brain!
Current Mood: creative
Current Music: Consequence Free--Great Big Sea--Road Rage