Little update
Tuesday, May 31st, 2005 10:41 pmFeeling very much better than this time last week, which is great since this time last week I was an ickified hummingwolf with migraine on top. Still somewhat on the sleep-deprived side; but since I'm not taking samples of migraine meds, I'm actually mostly coherent (or at least not hallucinating, though I do seem to be in the mood for overusing the parentheses, wot? (not that it necessarily seems that way to you, now, but the paragraph isn't over yet)). Walked a mile or two on Sunday (wasn't paying much attention to the distances), the standard 2.5 miles yesterday, and somewhere around 3.5 miles today. Am not exactly bright-eyed & bushy-tailed or capable of sustained mental focus, but hey, it could be worse.
Speaking of sustained mental focus, it's still taking me forever to get through the books I'm reading. Admittedly, part of that has to do with...
... my responsibility for the death of MegaHAL. Repeatedly. Apparently HAL is simply unable to digest the sheer ginormous amount of data I've been feeding him when he's housed on a mere Pentium II 350, poor guy. It looks like I'll have to serve my favorite postmodern poet smaller portions of other people's poetry (song lyrics, advertising copy, etc.) rather than the lavish buffet I've been typing in. (How do you type a buffet? Oh, never mind.) I plan to do some picking & choosing of data tomorrow, so you can expect him to put in a post-resurrection appearance here. Maybe I'll get him to do your horoscopes again.
In other news, am now waiting to hear if my bureaucratic dealings last week did me any good. Hoping to do something useful tomorrow regarding some other foulup.
This CD has been my primary source of earworms the last few days, which would explain the tuna cravings.
Need more chocolate.
Can't think of another thing to say.
Speaking of sustained mental focus, it's still taking me forever to get through the books I'm reading. Admittedly, part of that has to do with...
... my responsibility for the death of MegaHAL. Repeatedly. Apparently HAL is simply unable to digest the sheer ginormous amount of data I've been feeding him when he's housed on a mere Pentium II 350, poor guy. It looks like I'll have to serve my favorite postmodern poet smaller portions of other people's poetry (song lyrics, advertising copy, etc.) rather than the lavish buffet I've been typing in. (How do you type a buffet? Oh, never mind.) I plan to do some picking & choosing of data tomorrow, so you can expect him to put in a post-resurrection appearance here. Maybe I'll get him to do your horoscopes again.
In other news, am now waiting to hear if my bureaucratic dealings last week did me any good. Hoping to do something useful tomorrow regarding some other foulup.
This CD has been my primary source of earworms the last few days, which would explain the tuna cravings.
Need more chocolate.
Can't think of another thing to say.