up too early

I got up to go to the bathroom, came back, and couldn't get back to sleep. The cat heard a noise and ran off, removing a source of warmth and comfort, and I kept turning over unhappy thoughts, some specific--like, is anyone hiring? For anything? And why did the ex-boss who told me on my last day that I should be looking at Unix jobs, not editorial, refuse to let me take Sybase training? As if I have any idea of whether that's what I'd want to be doing--and a general discontent. Nethack is good for that sort of mood, but I'd rather wake up in the daytime, even this time of year.

I don't know what I did to my hip--Andy guessed it might be all those hours in an airplane seat, and climbing in and out while the person in front had reclined way back. It's getting better, but slowly: I'm trying to figure out if I can do useful things at the gym anyway, or if that would be a recipe for further pain.

up too early

I got up to go to the bathroom, came back, and couldn't get back to sleep. The cat heard a noise and ran off, removing a source of warmth and comfort, and I kept turning over unhappy thoughts, some specific--like, is anyone hiring? For anything? And why did the ex-boss who told me on my last day that I should be looking at Unix jobs, not editorial, refuse to let me take Sybase training? As if I have any idea of whether that's what I'd want to be doing--and a general discontent. Nethack is good for that sort of mood, but I'd rather wake up in the daytime, even this time of year.

I don't know what I did to my hip--Andy guessed it might be all those hours in an airplane seat, and climbing in and out while the person in front had reclined way back. It's getting better, but slowly: I'm trying to figure out if I can do useful things at the gym anyway, or if that would be a recipe for further pain.

It's the 21st century

and we still have door-to-door salesmen, but instead of selling brushes or encyclopedias, they're selling electricity.

They also travel in threes, and look at first glance like missionaries to the urban heathen. I didn't let them in: I'm perfectly happy with the electricity I'm using right now, thank you.

It's the 21st century

and we still have door-to-door salesmen, but instead of selling brushes or encyclopedias, they're selling electricity.

They also travel in threes, and look at first glance like missionaries to the urban heathen. I didn't let them in: I'm perfectly happy with the electricity I'm using right now, thank you.