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Jul. 9th, 2009 03:30 pmThe sky is a highly unusual color all over, namely blue. I wasn't going to believe the weather forecast until I saw it, but now I've seen it, so maybe I believe that it won't rain tomorrow either.
I had a really long, complicated, disturbing nightmare last night involving trying to call an FBI office in Asia somewhere because I was sitting on an airplane next to somebody who had done one of those cartoon Wanted-poster-comes-to-life things, and the phone number kept getting longer, and I kept getting it wrong, and then when I did get ahold of the FBI, they refused to believe me, and...it was worse than it sounds, to the point where when I actually woke up, it took me a couple of minutes to remember it had been a dream. Apparently it was disturbing to Snip, too, because she abandoned ship sometime in the middle of the night and slept in the living room.
Today was SOP packet day, and after next Tuesday I am DONE with all this SOP-meeting-related munge until mid-September. Yesterday I figured out why I'm so tired: the June and July meetings are three weeks apart and constitute 21 promotions between them. 21 promotions in three weeks is pretty much unheard of. No wonder I'm beat.
However, tomorrow I am taking myself out to a horribly expensive restaurant for dinner, because if you can't splurge on your birthday, what's the point?
I had a really long, complicated, disturbing nightmare last night involving trying to call an FBI office in Asia somewhere because I was sitting on an airplane next to somebody who had done one of those cartoon Wanted-poster-comes-to-life things, and the phone number kept getting longer, and I kept getting it wrong, and then when I did get ahold of the FBI, they refused to believe me, and...it was worse than it sounds, to the point where when I actually woke up, it took me a couple of minutes to remember it had been a dream. Apparently it was disturbing to Snip, too, because she abandoned ship sometime in the middle of the night and slept in the living room.
Today was SOP packet day, and after next Tuesday I am DONE with all this SOP-meeting-related munge until mid-September. Yesterday I figured out why I'm so tired: the June and July meetings are three weeks apart and constitute 21 promotions between them. 21 promotions in three weeks is pretty much unheard of. No wonder I'm beat.
However, tomorrow I am taking myself out to a horribly expensive restaurant for dinner, because if you can't splurge on your birthday, what's the point?
