time flies....
Nov. 12th, 2006 10:31 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
luciabI woke up this morning at 4:30 with a migraine. Not too bad a one, but enough to get up and take a pill so I could work on papers today. When I got to my purse, I realized the back door was standing wide open and I couldn't account for all the cats. Panic. Get dressed hurriedly, go out the door and hear pitiful meows from the bottom of the stairs. Carmen had gone exploring again, to the same place she went last time, or at least she tried. This time the door was locked so she couldn't get into the crawl space, but she was sitting on the ledge crying loudly. As soon as she saw me she made a mighty leap and ran toward me. We made it back home safely from the wilds of the stairwell. Now what I want to know is, how come she can't get the bathroom door open to get out of there because the door pulls toward her, (even when it's standing open a few inches) but she can get her paw into that teeeeeny little space below the back door and figure out how to pull THAT door open? Huh? 'Splain that to me.
So at 5:00 this morning I was far too wired to go back to sleep but still bleary. I made coffee and breakfast and finished up the project on resources, which was 95% done already, but I got that laaaaast 5% done. At that point I was finally wound down enough to go back to bed for a nap. Miranda was still much wound up from all the excitement, so she kept leaping on me. Took a while to get to sleep, but I did, and I'm mighty glad.
When I woke up at a reasonable hour, I was still confused enough to think it was Saturday and feel sorry for the people at the event, because the weather changed from the absolutely glorious weather we've been having (sunny, mid- to upper 70's) to upper 40's, grey and rainy. After being awake an hour or two, I finally realized that I didn't have to worry about them; the event was yesterday with all its glory. That still leaves the poor souls who ran the event to get everything packed out in the nasty cold rain, but at least they had a good event. At least I hope they did; the weather sure wouldn't have been the problem.
So now I get to start on That Damned Paper, in earnest. Lord knows I've printed out enough research on it. I wonder how she'd grade it if I use some of the same stuff for the paper that I used on the exam? Because there were some mighty fine ideas in there, better than anything else I thought up, and they fit with the theme of the paper, too. I have to use it, it's too good not to. Grrr.
Now if it really WERE just Saturday, for purposes of getting stuff done, at least. Not that I'd wish this weather on any poor soul at an event.
Oh, and I've decided that Tuneless Boy must be a dual personality, or a drag queen, or both. See, there's a woman who I see going up there sometimes and she looks a lot like him. I've never seen them together. When he's in the room above my studio, he plays classic rock, both on his CDs and when he's playing. The music from the room above my bedroom, however, is pure pop. Britney Spears, George Michael... I think when he's in one room he has one personality, and in the other room, he's a different person. Literally. How else would you explain it?
So at 5:00 this morning I was far too wired to go back to sleep but still bleary. I made coffee and breakfast and finished up the project on resources, which was 95% done already, but I got that laaaaast 5% done. At that point I was finally wound down enough to go back to bed for a nap. Miranda was still much wound up from all the excitement, so she kept leaping on me. Took a while to get to sleep, but I did, and I'm mighty glad.
When I woke up at a reasonable hour, I was still confused enough to think it was Saturday and feel sorry for the people at the event, because the weather changed from the absolutely glorious weather we've been having (sunny, mid- to upper 70's) to upper 40's, grey and rainy. After being awake an hour or two, I finally realized that I didn't have to worry about them; the event was yesterday with all its glory. That still leaves the poor souls who ran the event to get everything packed out in the nasty cold rain, but at least they had a good event. At least I hope they did; the weather sure wouldn't have been the problem.
So now I get to start on That Damned Paper, in earnest. Lord knows I've printed out enough research on it. I wonder how she'd grade it if I use some of the same stuff for the paper that I used on the exam? Because there were some mighty fine ideas in there, better than anything else I thought up, and they fit with the theme of the paper, too. I have to use it, it's too good not to. Grrr.
Now if it really WERE just Saturday, for purposes of getting stuff done, at least. Not that I'd wish this weather on any poor soul at an event.
Oh, and I've decided that Tuneless Boy must be a dual personality, or a drag queen, or both. See, there's a woman who I see going up there sometimes and she looks a lot like him. I've never seen them together. When he's in the room above my studio, he plays classic rock, both on his CDs and when he's playing. The music from the room above my bedroom, however, is pure pop. Britney Spears, George Michael... I think when he's in one room he has one personality, and in the other room, he's a different person. Literally. How else would you explain it?
