It’s Sunday night and the day is winding down and I’ve put on Thirteen Ghosts of Scooby Doo. Pour a drink if you’d like (I have some water) and let’s talk about the week that was.
Monday started out very Monday-like: it was the kind of morning where I opened my eyes and it felt like I hadn’t slept at all. Now to be clear it wasn’t like I had tossed and turned all night, more like it felt like blinking and seven hours had passed but I didn’t feel rested or refreshed at all. Thankfully work was so busy I didn’t have time to feel tired and when I got home after Twelfth Night rehearsal I was in bed and asleep by 9:00.
I woke up feeling refreshed and well-rested and ready to face the day.
At 11:30 PM.
I eventually fell asleep again around 1:00 AM and still felt mostly good on Tuesday which was MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE DAY but I forgot my earbuds in my raincoat so even though we can listen to earbuds at work (duties depending) I had no way of listening to my favorite band on their appreciation day. Someone suggested I hook my phone up to the speaker in our lobby, but not only were we specifically told we weren’t allowed to do that, but I also know many of the songs wouldn’t be considered workplace appropriate – at least for our workplace.
The day was still a good day and I went to lunch and was sitting outside in a common area where they play music over some outdoor speakers and as I was finishing up my PB&J sandwich I realized that while I was playing/singing “Famous Last Words” in my head, it was also being played on the radio!
An MCR Miracle, to be sure.
I got chicken pad Thai on the way home from work and it really hit the spot. The evening featured rain and thunder and lighting – the calming kind, at least for me – and I slept well. The problem was that Wednesday morning still had rain and thunder and I had to go to work when I’d rather I’d stayed at home with a beverage and something to read.
The good thing was that the rain also kept our foot traffic at work to a minimum, meaning it was the perfect day to ensure paperwork was caught up. For me, that meant my day featured a lot of scanning, and the program we use has a message reading “a new document has been created” when the process is complete. By the end of the day, my brain was interpreting it as “a new hand touches the beacon” from the Merida’s Beacon quest in Skyrim.
Wednesday night was another rehearsal night and it went really well and then before I knew it Thursday had passed and the weekend was on tap. I’ll enjoy our last few free Fridays before semester hours begin again.
Emboldened by the new tack democrats are taking, I decided to be a bit more blunt on Facebook in regards to my political posting, and somewhat to my surprise, folks are paying attention and asking for links and sources to share. It’s been a marked change of pace.
On another social media site I had an Elon Musk fanboy try to say that the candidate with the best ideas always won, because wining made them the best,and then processed to say that everyone should “let kids be kids” which was really code for “keep kids from knowing what’s going on in the world” and when I called them on it they reverted to lying and ad hominem attacks, to which I replied I would no longer continue the conversation. Soon thereafter the account was suspended by the site’s moderation team.
Saturday I woke up and realized that something was wrong. Maybe I slept wrong or who knows what, but I pulled something in my back on my left side that also aggravated nerve damage from a work injury in 2003 and my car accident in 2011 such that it pulled from my side all through my arm and into my pinky.
I’ve done this a few times before and hate it.
Of course our first off-book stumble through for Twelfth Night was on Saturday, and although I made it through with adrenaline and painkillers I paid for it afterwards and was down and out for the rest of the day.
Supper was an easy meal of hot dogs. It was by necessity: I got a pack on sale while grocery shopping (the kind that come in two four-packs bound with cardboard and glue) and the glue was so strong that when I went to separate them I tore the sealed packaging.
No mind, the hot dogs were good.
I was reminiscing online about how good Jurassic Park is and so I put on the DVD. In addition, my phone text alert is the raptors calling to each other in the kitchen. What are the odds that I would get a marketing text at the exact same moment as the sounds in the film – a random text that I did not set up nor coordinate with any other person? Because that happened. It was both neat and frightening at the same time.
Today I’ve felt just a little bit better, but I did have to tear apart the dishwasher as the top rack wasn’t getting cleaned at all. The bottom of the machine was clogged pretty bad such that the spray nozzle wasn’t rising properly. About ten minutes’ work fixed the issue, and was confirmed by running a full load.
Today was also really neat because we had session zero for a World of Darkness Sabbat game. I’ll tell you more about my PC when he’s a bit further along, but right now I’ll give you this: imagine Gerard Way as a charismatic vampire.
And now as the day is winding even further down, I’ve been able to reconnect with an old friend from high school. In our conversation he shared a photo with me from October 28, 1999:
Now that brings back some good memories, and I look forward to holding on to them as sleep beckons.
Running In My Head 