Four hours and twenty minutes past Ideal Time . . .
I'll keep it quick: it was a week with great possibility, and just about everything that could went wrong. If I get up early tomorrow I might be able to start fresh for next week. Aiming for 10, just looking to move on . . .
Four hours and forty minutes past Ideal Time . . .
This was the kind of day that tries me; after a lot of emo, I'm feeling a lot better now. I'm aware I'm going to bed late today, making an early get up tomorrow unlikely. The week, a week with great potential is ruined; oh well . . . Who knows, I might actually get something done tomorrow if I'm pessimistic enough; this week is what happens when I look forward to something. It never fails, the moment I look forward to/get optimistic about something, it becomes a guaranteed failure; I'm aware of how badly this bodes for my future, but I guess for some of us that's just the way it is; I literally can't afford to be confident.
Yes, I'm aware confidence is the most important thing women look for in men; yes, I have accepted I will spend the rest of my life in solitude, though, for someone as anti-social as me, that's actually a very good thing; yes, sexual satifaction will involve heavy use of my right hand, and possibly lots of money for good ol' legal prostitutes in Nevada.
Enough self-pity, back to the rest of my daily life . . . not much to say, really . . .
Five hours and fifty minutes past Ideal Time . . .
Wow, I manage to get up really early this morning, then Boulder Body takes over, and I end up in bed again. The fact I dreamed through that "supplemental sleep" means I needed it. I need to make it to bed by 10 PM, and have two good days this coming Thursday and Friday; this might set things off, with a good weekend setting up a good next week, and so on.
Of course, tomorrow's my Aunt Silvia's birthday; the obligatory dinner outside is just the monkey wrench needed to throw my schedule into disarray! Well, we'll see how it goes . . .
Five hours and ten minutes past Ideal Time (out of the shower by 8 AM) . . .
I thought I'd make it last night, yet time got away from me yet again; one incredibly messy morning, yet I made a lot better time than I expected. With the funeral tomorrow, and a possible chiropractic appointment, I only expect to really fix things next week. Well, maybe the last three weekdays . . .
Four hours and fifty minutes past Ideal Time . . .
I like where things are headed, not just politically and MLB-wise; my body was a wreck this morning but that's to be expected on a week of relatively hard exercise my body is still getting used to; and, of course, my main computer had a hiccup that required a restart. It's also nice that I got some critical errands out of the way; along those lines, it looks like Charlotte will be retuning to the vet after a long absence.
I'd say "aiming for 10," but I'm sure I won't really need it; the critical part is waking up early tomorrow.
So, the ants last night, more ants this morning, yet another restart for my computer, and a boulder body made for quite a messy morning . . .
To boot, I had to make a few mail deliveries - with complications of their own -, get my car washed - now that it's going back in the garage-, and top off its gas tank. Yes, "had to," I'm not the kind of person who tends to set obligations back; the deliveries had been payed for (eBay auctions), they had to be delivered. In the end, with this a Brain Age Day, and dinner a bit more important now that a household member is back from her trip, I had to hold off on today's planned walk. I guess I'll be limited to two walks this week. If it goes right, three walks next week, four the week after, then five-and-four-depending-on-obligations the weeks after . . .
Besides being reminded to write to my relatives in Peru, I'm set to plan to go to Peru come March; well, it's better than no plan. It'll likely be my final trip in a while . . .
Well, another "stone morning," and on a Sunday I could've gone to breakfast outside. I keep thinking that all I had to do was open the blinds early to let the daylight in, and I wouldn't have been so lethargic; it just didn't feel like a legitimate lack of sleep (no dreams) . . .
Well, besides another TNAPPV today, it's a regular Sunday, meaning it's another Laundry Day . . .
Six hours past Ideal Time; after a night I went to sleep on time; after a long night's sleep; I still wake up feeling lousy. Sometimes I wonder what the point of doing anything is if great effort doesn't yield even the littlest desired result. Oh well, at least the Brain Age part of the day went fairly well . . .
Seven hours past Ideal Time. Just when I did not need, it I stay up too late, Charlotte goes crazy, I wake up feeling lousy, then things just screw up through and through. One of "those" days just had to come. I'll just say I'll be glad when tomorrow comes.
Five hours and ten minutes past Ideal time . . . with no shower . . . I am still not feeling well! I now strongly suspect I have salmonella poisoning. All I'll admit is that I have a snack which includes a raw egg every Saturday morning, though it's never made me sick before. The best I can say is that the diarrhea was not as bad today as it was yesterday. Either way, not good conditioning on the eve of my departure for Anime Expo. Looks like I'll be making extensive use of the shuttles, as even walking to the bathroom has become tiring. It should last no more than a week, just in time for the closing ceremonies . . .
Cooling, Cooling . . . Whaaa? Also, Some Speaking Out . . .
First a blackout, and yesterday . . . a blogout (Blogger was down at posting time)! For that reason, today's post will have some modifications.
Four and a half hours past Ideal Time (out of the shower by 8 AM) today; three hours and 45 minutes yesterday. A great wake-up yesterday, followed by too much messing around with The Gimp to refit the Joyce background on my main computer, then too much "sleeping in" with Charlotte. Anyway, if I have it straight tomorrow, it should be a good morning, but I'm not too optimistic; there's a "Plan B" should the morning not work out . . .
A few things I want to get out in the open, just because . . .:
Idea!: Lifeloans. I'll elaborate later . . .
Idea!: Making electric cars feasible and practical, through mid-travel recharging (think electric trains/light rail; heck, think laptop computers!). Once again, I'll elaborate later . . .
Great video; never enough political satire!:
Cookie Monster, ruled in my youth, still rules!:
"I pledge allegiance, to the flag, of the United States of America, and to the Republic, for which it stands, one Nation, indivisible, with Liberty and Justice for all."
Well, with the incredible heat we've had to endure the last few days, it was bound to happen; a transformer blew, and we blacked out, our entire block! I expected this on a weekday, not on a low-use day like a Saturday, much less the one day in the month I picked (long ago) to defrag my main computer. One incredibly messy night later, a night I was hoping go get to bed early on, life goes on; at least the Dodgers finally got it together and beat the Indians . . .
Anyway, here are my most recent Usenet posts . . .:
Five hours and twenty minutes past Ideal Time (out of the shower by 8 AM), and the nightmare last night/this morning did not help. Like most dreams, I don't remember it too well, and I'd rather not talk about what I do remember, all I'll say is I woke up felling lousy, and felt I didn't get the sleep I actually got.
Not much more to say, other than I feel this week might work out well for me, even considering the bad start today.
- I like to consider myself a Reality Check on those who don't seem to get it.
- I tend to be organized to the point of detriment, but I'm comfortable with it.
- I occasionally take things too seriously.
- Order is the universe, order is my life.
- My "Favorites" say a lot about who I am.
- I was born in Lima, Peru; though I consider myself an American (US), I still identify a good bit with my land of birth.
- I don't post on Saturdays (my Cleaning Days), with rare exception.