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What's this all about, then?
Jul. 28th, 2005 09:53 amI'm not sure why, but it occurs to me that I'm in a terrible mood this morning. I have nothing to do at work, so I'm sitting here-- obviously-- not working. I suppose there's some manner of guilt about that. Not that I mind downtime-- I don't. I just keep expecting to get snide comments or some manner of reprimand.
The morning started far too early considering I didn't get home til after 11, after a lovely dinner with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
smileitsme and her husband, Sleepy. (That woman, by the way, has the most complete Lord of the Rings movie memorabilia collection I have EVER seen. Bar none.) I kept waking up all morning. To keep Tekiah from eating (I'll get to that), I took up all the cat food and closed the cats out of my bedroom so she couldn't eat Clue's dinner. Sometime around oh-G-d-thirty, I heard the dog, who was with me, chewing something. Lights, glasses, sit up-- and the dog, conditioned to look guilty at just about anything, obviously can't help but wonder if her rawhide bones are, indeed, off-limits now. So I reassure her, detour to the bathroom, and go back to bed. And that was pretty much the end of my decent sleep. I kept waking over and over, expecting my alarm to not go off. I took a few good power naps, I suppose, but I know I'm gonna feel like hell later.
Finally, I got up, got showered, and corralled Tekiah, herding her into the cat carrier. I managed to add a towel, for which she thanked me with her truly special "I shall dismember you in your sleep, bitch" growl. (And I know she can make good on this-- remember, she's the one who attempted to disembowel Lars in his sleep when he pseudo cat-sat a while back. He thereafter re-named her "The Whirling Black Tornado of Death.")
On the way in, I was making a turn on a red light at the top of the South Street Bridge. There's no sign, and no reason I shouldn't. I do it most days. This morning, as I'm poised to complete the turn, a red-faced man leans over my windshield and screams "I have the right of way!" He didn't, as I was in the intersection when he walked up to it, but just the fury and the flat-out rudeness bothered me. I drop the cat at my parents', so they can drop her at the required time at the vet, who will finally spay her and, I pray, stop her hormonally-fueled feline rages. I get to work early enough to grab breakfast and still get to my desk on time, and one of my coworkers is just snotty and supercilious to me. I check my email, and am reminded of the death of someone in our extended Ren family.
Sigh. It's 10am, and it's just one of those days. Already.
The morning started far too early considering I didn't get home til after 11, after a lovely dinner with
smileitsme and her husband, Sleepy. (That woman, by the way, has the most complete Lord of the Rings movie memorabilia collection I have EVER seen. Bar none.) I kept waking up all morning. To keep Tekiah from eating (I'll get to that), I took up all the cat food and closed the cats out of my bedroom so she couldn't eat Clue's dinner. Sometime around oh-G-d-thirty, I heard the dog, who was with me, chewing something. Lights, glasses, sit up-- and the dog, conditioned to look guilty at just about anything, obviously can't help but wonder if her rawhide bones are, indeed, off-limits now. So I reassure her, detour to the bathroom, and go back to bed. And that was pretty much the end of my decent sleep. I kept waking over and over, expecting my alarm to not go off. I took a few good power naps, I suppose, but I know I'm gonna feel like hell later.Finally, I got up, got showered, and corralled Tekiah, herding her into the cat carrier. I managed to add a towel, for which she thanked me with her truly special "I shall dismember you in your sleep, bitch" growl. (And I know she can make good on this-- remember, she's the one who attempted to disembowel Lars in his sleep when he pseudo cat-sat a while back. He thereafter re-named her "The Whirling Black Tornado of Death.")
On the way in, I was making a turn on a red light at the top of the South Street Bridge. There's no sign, and no reason I shouldn't. I do it most days. This morning, as I'm poised to complete the turn, a red-faced man leans over my windshield and screams "I have the right of way!" He didn't, as I was in the intersection when he walked up to it, but just the fury and the flat-out rudeness bothered me. I drop the cat at my parents', so they can drop her at the required time at the vet, who will finally spay her and, I pray, stop her hormonally-fueled feline rages. I get to work early enough to grab breakfast and still get to my desk on time, and one of my coworkers is just snotty and supercilious to me. I check my email, and am reminded of the death of someone in our extended Ren family.
Sigh. It's 10am, and it's just one of those days. Already.