Ookings of d00m

Voltaire kicked serious ass! He actually got a Toronto crowd singing and dancing! The singing took a little encouragement, but he got us going.

Tomorrow will hurt.

I hope it will hurt especially for the jackass with big hair who kept moshing inappropriately, and for his friends who kept encouraging him to ram into people who clearly weren't into that sort of thing.

Spent my Saturday night at work doing a contingency flip. Miraculously, it went off without a hitch.

I consumed way too much caffeine, because I expected that something would go wrong and I'd be working well into the daylight hours.

So now I am home, and can't sleep.

And now I kill time until the lattes wear off enough to let me sleep.

Joints hurt today. My fingers are swollen enough that I actually had to take my ring off. Slept like crap. Humidity and heat - DO NOT WANT. Taking robaxacet for the joint and muscle pain, and tea for the slept like crap and the robaxacet drowsiness. Also, work's dress code is really dumb on days like this - long pants and button down shirts in this weather is just mean.

It rained hard engouh last night that the sub basement parking garage (where my spot is) flooded. When I got home last night there was enoguh water that it was an inch over the elevator door. I walked up one floor to get the elevator.

This morning, the water level had lowered, but half the garage is still underwater. Fun! the humidity is hihg enough that the rain droplets on the car from last night were still there.

On closer inspection, the elevator sign about the scary guy is much worse than I first thought. The guy is known to police, and hung around for two hours after being refused entry to our building after making an indecent proposal to a woman entering the building. This guy apparently does this to neighbourhoods, lurks around trying to get into buildings. There is a warrant for his arrest from previous lurking. If we see him, we're supposed to go inside and call the cops, and NOT tell the guy we're doing so.

On the plus side, a gazebo has been obtained.

This would be payback for all the people whose sleep I stole Sunday night. Work woke me up at 4:21 this morning. There are some things that have to happen before it's going to be resolved, so I know I'm going to get called back again some time soon. I don't think there's any point in trying to go back to sleep, so I'm going to go shave...

Dear Universe,

My body has hit it's exhaustion limit. The shaking hands, stomach ache and headache would seem to indicate that I can't push myself any further with legal chemicals. I should not be able to fall asleep at my desk with two pots of tea in me.

Looking at my weekend schedule, I see nothing in there that would prevent me from getting three solid nights' worth of sleep.

My request to you, Universe, is that you do not produce anything further to keep me from sleeping. No more surprise alarm clocks, early rising children, work pages or middle of the night hiccough attacks. I don't think this is an unreasonable request. I look forward to your co-operation in this endeavour.

Sincerely,

Me.

I'm looking at another week of possible death march, here. Through a series of unfortunate twists of fortune, the weekend left me with a bigger sleep deficit than I went in with.

I'm throwing things at my brain chemistry just to try to keep it reacting instead of shutting down.

While I'm hoping to keep on top of things, if this week ends up being like last week, I'm probably going to end up flakier than a delicious well-made pie crust. So, I apologise in advance for all the things I'm going to forget to do.

On the upside, I did have a really good weekend, for all that the conspiracy of fates kept me from sleeping.

On a final note, if you're coming to stitch and bitch, we have food; there are beans and rice, spicy red lentil pie, and a bit of leek tart.

I slept poorly last night. Then, after oversleeping by half an hour, I had another dizzy spell while sitting on the bed. Liz convinced me that driving while prone to sudden vertigo might be dumb, and so I called in sick and went back to bed.

Some time later, either the noise from the wind or the door outside my appt to the stairwell convinced me that someone had walked into our apartment. I tried to shout "Hey" to scare the intruder away while I fought for consciousness. Needless to say, there was no one there.

Then I went back to bed and slept until noon.

Now, I go eat something and see if I start to feel less like I've been beaten about the head with a bat. If not, I'll call the doctor.

Time to grab 4 hours of sleep then hit the road!

I am burned out on fun. Since I got back from camping, I've been going to bed earlier and earlier, and waking up still tired. I had a very full weekend of excitement planned, but as the weekend progresses, I continue to be exhausted, and am considering bailing on both Castle in the Sky and Dark Rave in favour of crashing at home. Part of it, I suspect, is that in the previous two weeks I used chemicals, mainly a vast amount of caffeine, to keep myself going, and my body hasn't forgiven me yet; I pushed the caffeine limits too far, and have the chest pain (on the right side) to prove it.